“Ahhhh!” Lorenz trips over a log, wiping out and crushing hard onto the ground. He grips his knee tightly at the bleeding pain. He sits there emotionless, trying to process what has just happened. He exhales and shakes his head a little.

“Who was that man?” Lorenz though to himself, “Why would he want to kill me – Lorenz stopped.

“EDWIN, CHARLES, MOTHER!” Lorenz bursts out forgetting that he was the only one that ran away. Lorenz panics.

“I have to go back and get them – Lorenz looks around, he has no idea which direction he came from, and how far he has ran. Lorenz takes a gulp and sits back down.

“GAH!” Lorenz trips back up. He looks at his arm, as blood started to gush out. He looked around, and saw that the dagger he stole with him, was on the floor, pinched with his blood. He picks it up and analyzes it.

“Δεν βρέθηκαν λέξεις,” Lorenz had no idea what language that was, but it looked familiar. He skimmed the symbols on the dagger with his fingers.




“I’ll take that back,” a hand clinched into his shoulders, with so much force Lorenz let out a scream of pain.

“Your one little nuisance of a brat, just like your father,” The man’s voice was deep and rough. Lorenz tries to turn around to look at his face, but the grip of the mans hand pulls him back forward, away from him.

“Because of you, my partner back their got slaughtered by that Escort Knight,” the stranger curses under his breathe, “but don’t worry, he’s safe…… IN HELL!” The man laughed like a maniac. He could hear the sound of steel rubbing against steel behind him, the stranger taking out his sword.

Lorenz vision slowly got blurred, he couldn’t help himself from crying.

“Crying ain’t gonna save you know,”

“ARGHHHHH!” Lorenz took the stolen dagger in his hand, swung it backwards with all his might. He could feel the flesh and blood pouring out onto the dagger, he has hit his enemy straight in the stomach.

The man was hooded like the previous attacker, but this time his face was visible, with the hood taken off. His head was completely shaven, he had a frizzy rough black beard. Lorenz felt disgusted at the sight of the deep scars and wounds all over his face, dementing it.

“You little pest!” The assassin tries to grab Lorenz with a bear hug, but Lorenz just manages to wriggle through.

Right there Lorenz saves his own life, he raises his foot up and nails him right in the crotch. The assassin falls to the floor clutching it. Lorenz broke for the run, he sprinted and sprinted and sprinted, like there was no tomorrow.