The Roguewind Legacy - Prologue

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It was a typical evening, typical and boring, commoners roamed the streets as they normally do every single day. Same routine, same activities, same story happens to everyone. Beggars were begging as usual, hoping that some kind soul would give them a piece of bread or two to chew on, they didn't mind whether it was stale, if it was edible, they will consume it. Prostitutes where busily seeking for customers, men, who needed pleasure or arousement. Thieves were on their normal routine cutting off the tiny bags from their unsuspecting victims' belts, hoping to find a Trint or two in the bag. Often dissapointed by the emptiness of the bags, they would gather up their strength and go on with their thievings again.

Armacalypse watched the thieves from a distance. Admiring the speed and agility they possess. He had always thought of them as masters of the swift and stealth, not scourges of society. He knew however, that the thieves were using their abilities for the greater evil and he hated that fact.

The silence of the day was soon broken by a high-pitched scream from an alley below. A few "men" were taking advantage on a poor girl. Thrashing around, it was just a matter of time they captured her and she would be finished, any hopes of getting help was close to impossible.

Talking a giant leap from the window, Armacalypse landed on the dirty streets of Coris, walking past heaps of corpses, he felt no pity. It was just a matter of time everyone dies from the plague. Everyone was afraid that they would die too soon. Armacalypse wasn't one of them, he didn't fear death. He wasn't God nor was he the Prophet, he just accepted the cruel fact that everyone would die one day and going to Heaven or Hell depends on what you do in the world before your death, at least that was what the person he once called "Father" told him.

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