The year was 1047. Dark clouds loomed over the dark village. "Hold them back!" someone yelled. No one was sure what to do. It was all a rush. The attack was coming quickly. Everybody was panicking so much, that they didn't even notice the cloaked stranger standing in front of the main gate. The doors creaked, years of defense taking their toll. The stranger braces, and without warning, a swarm of savage Ariados burst in, thirsty for blood. Just as quickly, the stranger removes his cloak, revealing his brown-and-pink pelt, as well as the whip-like weapon strapped to his waist. With amazing skill, the stranger killed every last predator in front of everyone's eyes. There were gasps and shrieks as the stranger did his work without fail. Before long, the stranger is left alone, triumphant. "Who is he?" someone asked. The stranger leaves quietly, saying only one thing: "I am Timburr Belmont. I was sent by the Brotherhood." Without delay, the stranger, Timburr, leaves, heading towards the forest seen on the edge of the horizon....
To Be Continued.
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