Chronicles of the Shadow Fighters : The Shadow Saga

Shadow Saga: The beginning

A man wearing black clothes walked into a large building with sentries and guards outside, but they let him forward. He came into the central area of the building, where there was a large throne with a very big man sitting on it. There was a weeping man on his knees in front of the man, “Please King Wallston, please I’ll do anything, I’ll pay you back soon” pleaded the crying man. “No you have taken long enough Nihal, now you die, take him away guards” ordered King Wallston. As Nihal was dragged, struggling away, the silent bystander wearing the black clothes walked forward, “What do you want now Daniel” asked King Wallston. “Ben Wallston my friend, I bring fortunate news” he said with a dark voice, King Wallston looked at with a surprised expression “What? Has that troublesome pair of Shadow Fighters been taken down yet?” Daniel shook his head “Nearly my liege, they are currently both staying in city Ironsmith” King Wallston smiled “Good take them both out, Daniel send 2 squadrons of my Fleshies, 5 in each squadron” Daniel gave a menacing smile “It will be done my lord, the two people you have been a pain in your side will be gone by tonight, Brandon Skyler and Philip Storm.

Somewhere in Ironsmith city

“Up for another game of stop low life thugs try to steal money from poor defenceless women and men who walk on the streets at night” asked Brandon to Philip his short spiky hair floating in the cold strong wind. Philip looked at him “Sure why not, and while we’re doing it lets put up a big sign saying ‘Hey Mr Wallston send your Fleshies or your Death Knights in larger battalions’ why don’t you do that” Philip said with a sarcastic tone. Brandon smiled “It was just a suggestion, but you know he will find us soon” Philip laughed as if it was a joke “Maybe but we still need to contact our little group of Shadow fighters, they said they’re currently staying at Veritus you know that city with powerful winds” Brandon nodded “Yeah I remember that, we’ll have to move on tomorrow then and just sleep it off, for tonight” said Brandon.

Through the night, a guard patrolling around Ironsmith City saw distinct shapes clamber over a roof, he saw nine of them. Before he could yell for help a sharp claw pieced his heavy iron armour killing him, the creature looked like a tiger but it had large wings, the creature howled loudly indicating it had caught the scent of their prey.

Brandon was sitting in his room above the tavern he was staying in. He was sharing the room with his long-time friend Philip who was pacing the room. “Why so serious Phil?” asked Brandon. “I’m just worried about that Tyrants Fleshies you were talking about” replied Philip, “plus I hope my brother Richard is ok staying with the Shadow Fighters in Veritus” Brandon shrugged then quickly realised something “You know I still wonder why you and your brother have different last names, like you choose Storm and he chose Phoenix for some random reason” Philip smiled at him as if it reminded him of a joke “Well… it’s complicated” said Philip Storm. “Whatever” said Brandon lazily, he picked up his twin sabres and slowly but surely sharpened his deadly blades. “You know you should also check your hidden blade to” whispered Philip in case of any eavesdroppers. Brandon sat down on his bed “I know I know calm down Philip… I’ll check my blade later but better sharpen these for now” replied Brandon “And now we’re on the subject of our weaponry shouldn’t you be getting a few more arrows in that quiver” Philip stared at his arrow quiver “Nah it should be ok for now” said Philip. “Fine fine….”said Brandon.

Right at that moment the candles and fireplace in their room went out, and Brandon and Philip suddenly drew out their weapons in defence. 10 indistinct shapes burst through the window, which of the first got speared by Brandon’s hidden blade and the next shot by Philip. In a matter of seconds….ok in a matter of minutes, Brandon and Philip had reduced 10 blood thirsty Fleshies to…..a big mess. “What was that” panted Philip, Brandon stared at the mess “Well… being on the obvious side they’re Fleshies”, responded Brandon. Philip gave Brandon a glare that told him that wasn’t the answer he was asking for.