Nefram was under attack for the first time in years. The great wars plagued the land with chaos and strife, depression and darkness. Nefram was the only safe haven left in the world, the small island was the only place without poverty, the only place where wildlife was bountiful. The island was always untouched, but the army of the north, known as the Tarslens, finally found this small safe haven. Nefram had tall walls protecting it from outside invaders, but the walls were no match for the siege beasts that the Tarslens used.
The four-legged, and two-fisted beast climbed up the wall, every fist striking making indents on the glistening quarts. The feet then stood on the indents using them as footholds. They bent their backs over giving the arcane cannons point blank access to the wall. The cannon blasted through the wall as if it was knife cutting through butter. The beast then stomped down the rest of the wall, turning the wall to gravel under there immense weight. The holes in that were created were then rushed with the soldiers. The Citizens unfortunate enough to be in the streets as they rushed through either got a sword in their chest or an arrow to the back. The guards were spread too thin to defend against any attackers. Nefram was being torn to shreds, buildings fell bodies everywhere.
Thirty minutes passed and the survivors that were not killed were handcuffed and rounded up in the middle of the city near a fountain. The main forces of the army left leaving only a handful of troops left in the city. A young boy was hiding in the shadows. His name was Ace. His hair is a light blond, eyes a dark mesmerizing blue as if you were looking at the sky that was lit by the moon. His clothing, dark grey pants, and a cloth shirt with a pitch black cloak wrapped around him falling to the back of his knees, hiding his hair and casting a shadow over his eyes. He smiled a malicious smile. he drew a dagger, its blade black as night, wrapped with rose vines that dripped blood. His other hand had darkness swirling around it climbing to his elbow.
He drifted to the shadows closest to the soldiers.His hand that had the dark magic twisted the shadows of the soldiers into what was a blade, he then slashed his dagger in the air causing the shadows to bend and kill half of the group. They spread into chaos looking for what happened. He then had shadows climb over the wall he was next to hide him as he ran into the chaos killing a few more by slicing their necks. Vines grew from the open wounds growing and wrapping any others near them in the vines suffocating them. Soon the soldiers were all dead and he looked at the people, he said a few words that changed his life when he first heard them. In a tone, so they could all hear "There is no safety left in this world." His smile left his face and he walked away from the cowering people.
