::Hunting a Stalker::

The night is so still, ever so still, reflecting the tense among us. Even the ground seemed to silence the clatter of our greaves. The silence was screaming in my ear draining every single piece of sanity away from me. Our eyes were rendered useless by the darkness and mist, I could hardly see the dull glint of my Gladius.

I hated to be behind the men. The mist when the men walked past seemed to take the most unholy shapes when disturbed from it stalking serenity. We were armed to the teeth, like that was going to make any difference. After all we were just mercenaries who sourly regretted falling for the greed of gold. I picked up pace for I knew we weren't covering much of the land - we were going in circles.

Our adversary wasn't to be taken lightly, not one bit. GhostStalker was one of the most fear and adept Assassins this age has ever known. 6 armed men with even Thor's Hammer couldn't scratch his back, let alone in this eerie place or anywhere else. I swear all of us have controlled our bodies from shivering out of fear more than the cold.

I still remember the tales of this uncanny soul and worse his ruthless blade. Crafted with utmost hate was the Chaos Blade. On the other hand as light as a unicorns hair and ever so fair was the Echaleon. Even in the most drunken stupor one would differentiate the horror of being struck by the Chaos blade - a punishers' strike and the grace of the Echaleon. For those who are unfamiliar, they are the two blades carried by this assassin. All I knew was the Chaos Blade was a soul captor and those who have felt its fatal slash would have their souls imprisoned to the sword itself, from hence it derives it unholy powers.

Unfortunately all I could do was wish I was out of harms way or in other terms far away from GhostStalker. In no sanity would a person who has seen his skill would have agreed on this mission. I didn’t have a choice to lead a bunch of greed-eyed pack rats, who would sell their honour in gold - if they had any that is.

The chill fog creeped down the back of my spine and all my senses were tingling just then I heard a muffled moan. I turned around hoping to see if there was any terror in the men's faces. Unfortunately, there wasn't any... any faces around. They had all been dispersed or already put to their last breath. Like a confirmation, I heard one more somewhere nearby, and then another and another... until I knew there won't be any more. Now I was alone, totally left to the one blade.

I regretted being here. But I had a mission and as a Pledged Legion my word is of honour and I shall fight till my very breath - if there was going to be any fight at all. I regretted every sin in my life, because I might never have a chance again. Whoever sent us here was sure of this. We stood no chance. I closed my eyes and concentrated. My days of being a mercenary were over and this was going to be the last time I held my sword.

Deep breath, firmly gripped sword, focused senses. I was following everything I was ever taught against an adversary.

And then I saw the vision, the glorious features formed before my very eyes. Time had stopped as I saw him hung in mid air like a crucifix. Arms spread out. And in one swift movement he had landed his blade was out. Before I could raise a thought to strike he was out of sight. I turned around parrying aimlessly.

The blade had already passed through me. Painlessly I fell to the ground. I din't even moan, I was being carried into a trance a dream. White clouds and the fragrance of a thousand Orchids... someone looked over me. An Angel? An Angel with a Scintillating Blade? It din't matter now. I have to go. And so I passed my last easing breath thinking I might have heard, "Peace my friend, Peace".

GhostStalker: He was one mercenary who surely din't deserve to die in pain and chaos. I've seen this man before, his Valour and Honour have always been exemplary. And just as I had expected, unlike the rest of the fetish he arrived with, he stood ground. For a man of such character, the Echaleon will give him Eternal Peace. And as for the rest, whose fleeing backs I had to smear their soul will unrest in my Chaos Blade.

~"I wonder who sent this wolf pack to hunt me down". With that withering thought he disappeared into the dark mist.