Wicked Savior

A little blow of air travelled along with him, fragilely moving his hair back and forth, playfully hiding his face, showing only the stare of fixation and yearning. A soft sound came about, a sword sliding through a rough leather case. The reflection of it with the city lights behind brought in silence. Mouths trembled, eyes widened and everybody raised and stood slowly in dread. Blade and magic, fate brings them together by the twist of death. Their fates are already written and they will be hunted. What they need is just to survive. They will survive only by the unity of their powers.