Kings and Heirs

-Chapter XI- - The Man in the Fire-

There was a small village far from Erith, close to Azura. This village, which has the name Wolfden, was visited by a lot of strangers because it was on the road. There was an inn and a blacksmith in this village with small houses. The adventurers would rest at this inn and strengthen their swords at the blacksmith. The villagers was kind and very humane. The only livelihood of the villagers was farming. They were growing carrots, wheat and potatoes. Because the village was close to trees, it was also visited by many animals. One night, a man entered the village Inn. He was a rude and aggressive man. The black robe he was wearing covered his face but his taut eyes could not be concealed. This man carrying a sword had a frightening appearance. When he entered the inn, he sat in the first chair he saw. He took off his robe. His hair was black and short. He had a scar on his lip and the man had daggers in his boots. He asked the waiter for a wine. The singers around the fire were getting on his nerves. He seemed hard not to make a scene. The waiter brought the man's drink. The man who grasped the wine directly with his hand was as if he had been dehydrated for years. The man was watching his surroundings carefully. He was holding daggers ready in his belt and boots, as if anything could happen at any moment.

He stayed at that Inn for half an hour. It was dark out there. It was getting very cool and cold at night. Outside the inn, horse coriander and a few footsteps were heard. The man was watching the door. Suddenly, two guard came in. The man immediately put his robe back on. Two guard approaching the waiter, who was cleaning cups at the table. Guards were holding a paper in their hands. The man, wearing his robe, made his way to the door without appearing to the guards. The guards showed the waiter the paper they had. There was a picture of the man in the robe on the paper. This man was an outlaw. He was wanted for being a murderer. The waiter pointed at the man heading towards the door. As soon as the guards saw the man, they yelled. "You! Stay where you are!" The man in the robe had accelerated. He started running as he walked out the door. The guards ran after the man. The robed man entered the alley just across from the inn and disappeared in the dark. The guards ran into the alley. It was very dark. It was an alley where no one could find them. The guards started talking among them. "Damn! We lost him!" The other one responded quickly. "He was in our palm. But we lost him!" They came together and set out to get out of the street.

But a single sword hit was enough to slit both men's throats. The guards were surprised by what they were going through. They fell to the ground in pain. One guard was dead and the other was writhing. The killer man would disappear in the shadows, where he heard one of the guards talking. "This... Seriously, it's you... "The killer felt a warmth in the high heat before he look in the direction the guard was looking. His body was on fire. He was screaming in pain. His eyes were blinded by fire. A finger snapping was heard, and the fire that burned the man was even more violent. Another man came out of the shadows. This man was also wearing a black coat but had an emblem. It was the emblem of a triangle symbolizing the element 'Fire'. The fire was getting fiercer when the man's every snap, the killer was suffering more.

The man who burned the killer with his finger snapping was brutal. Killer's half of the body was burned. The man seemed dead but he was not. But there was something wrong with this guy. He seemed he was feeding on pain and chaos. Every time he heard the killer scream, he was laughing more. After going on like this for a while, the killer's body seemed unable to handle any more pain. The guy stopped snapping his fingers. His fiendish smile was frightening. Instead of feeling this pain, the killer wished he'd never been born. But it was finally over. The man had stopped, so the killer thought it was. The man grabbed the killer by the collar and lifted him up and leaned him against the wall. He had clenched his fist with his right hand while holding his throat with his left hand. He threw a powerful punch to the killer's abdomen. The punch had caught fire as it touched the man's stomach. He was starting to burn again. The killer looked at the man's face. He started to get even more scared in the face of the man's frightening smile. "Please! Let go of me! I'll do whatever you want!" The man pulled his punch. "Can you bring back the people you killed?" He held the man's head with his right hand without giving the killer a chance to respond.

The man's fingers covered the killer's entire face. "Now, feel the Hellfire!" This man, who had set a huge fire with his right hand, had brutally killed the half-dead man. The guard wrapping in pain called out to the man. "You are him! The man in the fire! The villain killer! You're our hero!" The man approached the guard and whispered the following phrases: "I'm not a hero. I'm just a fire of vengeance!"

The man walked slowly. After a while he disappeared in the shadows.

This vigilante, known as 'Hellfire', was notorious in many cities and he had been the fearful dream of many criminals. This man, whose past is unknown, was like a ghost. He had no family, no name. It was a secret no one knew how he used the fire. Hellfire was heading into the woods alone. The moonlight struck him in the face for the last time before he disappeared among the trees. His black boots extended to his knee cap. The coat he was wearing had a cloak effect and gave an air of mystery. His black gloves completely covered his hand. There was something wrong with this guy. His eyes were sharp as the eyes of a murderer. He had a sword mark on his cheek. Even though her hair was short, she was flying in the wind. He felt a dagger coming towards him when he touched the tree that first came across him as he slowly made his way into the forest. This dagger could have been none others than Vaermina. He simply blocked the dagger that came towards him. When he turned around, he saw a girl staring at him. "Who are you?"

Vaermina smiled. "Are you in for a duel?" She took his daggers into both hands and prepared for battle. Hellfire slammed his fists together. They had sparks coming out of their hands. After forming a small smile, he immediately continued to sulk. Vaermina threw a dagger at the man and started running. Hellfire blocked that dagger again and prepared his fist. As they approached each other, Hellfire hit Vaermina with his flaming fist. Even if Vaermina managed to escape, she could feel the warmth on her face. He quickly got behind Hellfire and stuck a dagger in his back. But his body was so hot that it melted the dagger's steel. Vaermina was very unhelpful. She didn't think it was going to be a gimmick, and she took out the water canteen on her belt. The man noticed this and started to laugh. "Do you think a water will extinguish the Hellfire?" Vaermina threw the water at the man. The water had evaporated in the air before it touched the Hellfire. Vaermina seemed to give up. Hellfire threw a punch to the ground with all his might. There was a minor concussion. Vaermina had trouble standing. She was surrounded by flames. Her vision was blurred because of the heat generated by the flames. Suddenly, Hellfire came out of the flames. He would hit Vaermina with his fist, but the girl quickly injured the man's arm. Hellfire took a backwards tumble and pulled his flames back. "You fight well girl. Why did you attack me?" Vaermina smiled. "I saw what you did there. You brutally killed that man. You looked strong. So I wanted to test myself." The man looked frustrated. "I'm nobody's toy!" Hellfire was starting to move away. The girl spoke. "I'm looking for a man named Faelyn. Do you know him?" Hellfire turned around and looked at the girl. "Faelyn? Hmm. I heard a lot about him. Prince of Erith and Heir of Easerin, am I right?" Vaermina approved with her head. "Yeah, I'm talking about him. Do you know where he is?" Hellfire seemed to take the fire out of his hand. "No. But I know how to find him." He carried the flame through the air. A map of the fire began to form. Vaermina was surprised. "How did you do that?" Hellfire looked at the map and answered the girl. "Through the sphere of fire at the center of the planet, I can feel the heat emitted by all living people on earth. As for how I distinguish these things, My fire travels through the whole world. In short, I have eyes everywhere. But there is a problem. I can't feel him. I think... I guess he died." Vaermina burst into tears.