Originally posted by King of Blades
Leinhart stood atop the ruins of his old castle. The night was pouring with an unpredicted rain. There were no winds, just cold hard rain. What little light shone on the area, was from the flashes of lightening that crashed onto the world. He bit hard holding onto one of the broken steeples. Chunks of wall were scattered all over the place. The dormitories were utterly destroyed. He dared not enter the castle an investigate the slain, the fallen, the dead. Only one thing ran through his mind at that moment as another rogue thunderbolt split a tree several meters behind him: revenge.He left in the rags that he came in. Nothing but torn pants, fingerless gloves, worn out red shirt, and a hooded cape to keep him dry from the rain. The boots he wore were leather, and were stained with the mud, dirt and dust of a road he had been walking for a long time. The nearest village was twelve miles, and he planned on making a visit to a dear old friend.
Leinhart's journey led him to the outskirts of a very poor town. A town hidden beneath a mountain to huddle in perpetual darkness beneath the behemoth. The grass, or what little manages to grow in this region, is always brown contributing to the bleakness that grips this town. Leinhart detested this village. A home he managed to escape physically, spiritually he still roams its streets when fate would deem to bring him back again.
The rain that he had encountered before must have passed through this area earlier because the roads where empty and puddles of mud littered the street. He manage to remember, after all these years, the location of the tavern and the hut located behind it. Maybe it was because nothing ever changed here. Maybe it was his many visits in secret. Whatever it was, the surprised look on the old man's face when he pushed the tapestry aside made him wonder why he doesn't stop by more often.
"Hey can't you read?! It says 'DON'T BOTHER'!" He yelled jumping up to his feet as he grabbed the nearest bluntest object, which happened to be a smoldering cast iron rod. However when he swung Leinhart caught the rod in his bare hands. As the steam escaped through what little gaps of skin that managed not to burn, he gave the astonished old man a smile baring his white teeth. "Hello old man..."
Benjii wiped away his tears and looked at Steph. "i-i loved her...i thought you were gone forever, so i tried to love again...and it was her. but you came back...so i thought i would have left you for her, thats why i lost my temper and hurt her."
Diemian stood up and brushed away the blood from his healed wounds. "aww big brother isn't that sweet? you killed just to love. i think i'm going to cry." he laughed and put his blade in front of him
Kiki reached down and pulled the last blade out before collapsing beside him. Steph nodded and looked down at Kiki. "I understand. I didn't even think I was going to be back either. I don't blame you love." She stood and looked at Diemian. "You're in love with someone too so I wouldn't talk if I were you. I can see it in your eyes."
Benjii let go of Kiki's hand forcefully and faced his brother. "Diemian...i don't want to kill you but i will if i have to...now leave and go to where ever the hell you came from."
Diemian laughed "i would but remember you destroyed it, oh great Midian hunter!" he laughed louder looking inot his brother's eyes