The Prophecy

Chapter One

Erien woke up to the sound of birds chirping and chattering, and a bright morning sun. When he look around he realize that he didn't know where he was or how he got there. He took to a fighting stand as his instinct took over but when he saw that there was no danger he relax his guard a little bit. He walked to a stream he saw as he was observing his surrounding. Crouching he splash some water on his face to clear his mind from the cobwebs that had settle in. That was when he saw the most amazing thing someone was on the other side staring at him, he cocked his head to one side as if he was listening to something the other person mimic his movement. He chuckled at himself as he realize that someone was his reflection.

He couldn't remember ever seeing how he look like before. Actually now that he thought about it he could not remember anything except for a single word that popped into his head "Erien" he surmised that it must be his name. When he look back at his reflection he saw that he had jet black hair although strands of gold appeared now and than, but he could not make out the color of his eyes, since it seem to change every time he stare at it. He shrug his shoulder got up, pick a random direction and started to ambled down the path.

Well after midday he reached the end of the path, to his right was a vast sea of green grass rippling as the wind blow through it. Not far in the distance was a town, smoke rising from it. Erien decide to go to the town to see were he was.

The sun was setting when he finally reached the town, it was quite small but what it didn't make up in size it sure made up in noise. He walk into the nearest tarvan, as soon as he step through the doorway he gagged and cover his ears man it was deafening! he didn't know how the people could stand the boisterous shouting, or for that matter the stench of vomit and sweat. So he did what any wise person would do, he got out as fast as he could and in the process knocking a young men who was about to enter. Acting on instinct he quickly gain his footing unfortunately the young men wasn't as quick as he was so he went sprawling into the muddy pig stall. When he got up he was filthy! Erien  went to him to apologize, but when he tried to talk to him he only appeared more confused. Erien wait patiently as the man tried to get his bearing it took a moment but when he saw Erien standing in front of him he immediately begin to shout. Erien listen closely to the dialects then change his language to match the young man. He didn't know how he did it but it felt natural.

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Brom shot a venomous glare at the stranger with the strange eyes. He certainly did not appreciate being knock around, he tried to clean himself up but knew it was futile. Despite that it was dust Brom knew that the stranger was not from anywhere around Darios just by the way he stand and the aura that surrounded him. He stood up straight although he was about six foot he seem to tower over Brom. 'man he could be royalty' thought Brom. As if sensing his thought the stranger give a small bow and introduce himself "Erien at your service, and whom might you be?." 'Yep he's definitely not from here' thought Brom. "My name is Brom". " Greeting Brom" replied Erien. "Might you tell me where I am" it was not a question. "I  think we should find somewhere else to talk, people here are wary of strangers". Erien nodded and follow Brom.