Hey guys, I know, what am I thinking by putting another story up? Well, I know a lot of people who've been waiting for me to put a story like this up so I figured why not? I have five chapters done of this story and I'm working on the sixth one as well as on other stories, so please be patient because I won't be able to update as quickly as a lot of you would like. Anyways, I'm done with my rambling, so go on. Btw, the multimedia on the side was provided by TheDarkestLight, thank you! :D
Here's a code for you:
‘Sarcasm or quote in speech’
"Strange subordinate of Malos speaking/Shadow Projection"
"Town name on Aaron's map"
WARNINGS: Beheading of a demon (not too gory since I detest gore)
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The Raven's Song
One: The First Member
"A whiskey, Gercleiss if you have it." A figure in a black cloak with a clear crystal clasp decked in black metal tells the bartender of the tavern. "So, what's the news?" They ask.
The bartender nods and takes out a glass and begins to look at the assortment of alcohol behind him, no one's ordered a Gercleiss in a while. "There's been rumors that the Raven's Advocate has recently slain a whole village, it was Hilligan which he had, turns out that everyone there had been souls that had escaped from the Raven's Realm." Under the hood the figure grins lightly, the bartender doesn't see this and pours the whiskey into the glass. "That Advocate, no one knows what he looks like, or even how old he is. All they do know is that he's a powerful sorcerer, and that he's a man."
The hooded figure's grin is still in place, "Anything else?"
"I suppose I should warn you about the demon, no one from town's been able to slay it. And there haven't been any hunters that've come through town yet." The bartender informs.
"Alright, it looks like I've got myself a job." The figure smiles under his hood, "Where do I go to find it? And where do I go to get payment for it?" They ask.
The bartender looks at them in surprise, "You're a hunter?" The person nods. "Well, just go a little ways east from the town, it's been said to attack around there. Once you've slain it, bring its head to the bank, they'll pay you." He tells them.
"Thanks." The person says, leaving a gold coin on the table.
"Wait, your change!" The bartender calls after them but the hooded figure is already gone, and the whiskey in the glass is also gone, as though it had been drunk, even though they hadn't even touched the glass once. "Strange person, could they have been...?" The bartender wonders. "No, it couldn't have been..." He tells himself then goes back to work.
The wind goes by, blowing the hooded figure's hood off, revealing the face of a boy who can't be older than seventeen. His dark ruby-red eyes glow in zeal and the wind whistles through his raven-black hair, the soft leather boots he's wearing kick up a few leaves as he walks. His white shirt is almost like a tunic, but it stops a little ways past his waist. Resting on said waist is a leather sword belt, clipped on it a sheathed sword with the hilt an unusual shade of blue. Brown trousers that're tightened by leather laces complete it.
"I've been walking for a while now, was that bartender wrong?" The boy runs a hand through his hair but keeps walking. His clasp glows, turning as red as a ruby. He quickly unsheathes his sword; it glitters beautifully and is revealed to be a sword of adamant. The boy goes forward cautiously, he sees that a black-furred creature has a young fox cornered.
"Hey! You mangy mutt! Get away from the cub!" He shouts to draw the demon's attention and raises his sword to block as the demon leaps at him, only a black blur. He hears the demon snarl, it looks like a ragged wolf that had grown to the size of a tiger. Its jaws are frothy, fangs are stained red from blood, and its beady yellow eyes are glaring at him with hunger.