As I Fall Into Darkness

As I Fall Into Darkness 

Prologue 

"Well, here's the place. I'm finally back home," Elon said, as he dismounted from his horse and began walking toward the huge mansion, which belonged to his family.  

They lived in the lands known as Alenguard, and were one of the wealthiest in their lifetime to live in the continent. They were known as the Family of Order, because Elon's father, John Darkbane, crafted armor and weapons for the Black Guardians Guild in Delenrath.  

John earned the family a good amount of coin from trading with them. Though, trading wasn't the only thing that made the family such good coin. They were also a family of thieves. They stole from the Delenrath bank every now and then, and lucky for them, they always got the job done quickly without being noticed by any of the Black Guardians.  

The family came up with a name for their mischievous works; they called themselves the Shadow Song Family and used the trade with the Black Guardians Guild to hide their criminal acts.  

Elon knew the works they did, but he didn't care. He still loved them, and would never dare rat them out, they're his family after all, and have never done any wrong toward him. 

"Oh? We have a guest, I see," a man's voice came from behind him. Elon noticed this man, dressed up as a stableman, walking into the courtyard to make his acquaintance. "Do you have business with the Family of Order, young man?"  

"What happened to the old stableman?" Elon asked.  

"Oh, you mean Braun? I'm afraid he passed away only a year ago, unfortunately. He was suffering from that disease, but for the life of me I can't seem to remember the name of it." The stableman was deep in thought for a few seconds, but then finally found his answer.  

"Was it the gout disease?" Elon asked, in wonder.  

"Yes, that's it, it was the gout disease," replied the stableman.  

Elon wasn't too happy hearing all that. "He was a good man," Elon said, as he shook his head with his arms folded and his right hand stroking his chin. 

Elon was a young man of the age of 25, he had a goatee and a mustache, which he trimmed regularly, and his hair was always kept short. He treated everyone around him with kindness and respect, as long as they gave him the same kind of attitude in return. He never really cared for participating in his family's thievish acts. Though, five years ago, before he left his family to move on with his life, he did get involved with the trade with the Black Guardians Guild. That is where he learned everything about forging weapons and armor. His father even taught him how to wield a blade and how to use it properly in battle.  

"I'm guessing you've already paid a visit to the Family of Order before?" the stableman asked.  

"Well, yes, I use to live with them. I'm a part of the family's bloodline actually, and I'm paying them a visit since I haven't seen them in so long." Elon replied. 

"Really? Well in that case, welcome back home, my Lord."  

"Thank you. It is good to be back home."  

"May I take your horse to the stables?" the stableman asked Elon, trying to break the silence that had just stilled the fresh morning air.  

"Yes, thank you. By the way, I never got your name," Elon said.  

"Oh, my name is Rendar, my Lord," Rendar responded, bowing deeply to Elon.  

"It was nice to meet you, Rendar," Elon said, with a friendly nod and smile.