Taranus
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Prologue
There are many tales of the Crimson Shadow; this one however, is true. He slipped into our world as quietly as though he had always been. The truth is, he spent much time this world in a different form, a human. His name was Ronan. He died at the age of 19 and came back exactly a year after his death. Of course, no one knows that it is him, because everyone is so afraid of what he became. You see, after he died, Death would not allow him to enter eternity. He turned him away, for what reason, no one knows. We do know however, that he was banished to humanity in the form of a shadow of what his soul once was. Many say that he can’t die, but that is only because he is not alive, yet he is not dead either. What he is, some call, a Wraith, a reflection of what he once was. Though most wraiths are mindless slaves of death, Ronan was for some reason allowed to keep his old soul. Along with his new form came many unnatural powers as well. He no longer needs to eat, however he eternally longs for food. He is invulnerable, but only because his body is neither physical now spiritual, it simply, is. He goes about in blood red garb. A red tunic, and trousers, scarlet gloves, and most known to all, a crimson hood. Under his hood, all that can be seen is blackness darker than space, and his eyes are as deep as black holes. When he gazes into someone’s eyes, it is said that he can devour their soul in a heartbeat. He is simply, a shadow. He also has physical weapons, some say they are from the future. Because he is outside of the physical world, he can slip in and out of time as easily as one slips out of a shirt. After all, time is just physical. He used his new power to visit the future and get a weapon, a weapon more deadly than any other in our time, a rifle. But this isn’t an ordinary rifle; it was modified with special alchemy. The bullets after entering the body turn to acid and slowly eat away the victim. After this, Ronan became a mercenary, a soldier for higher. Many times a client has found himself in deaths doorway because they were unable to pay him for his services. Though he is not human, despite what some think, he still has emotion, it’s just buried, deep within his soul…..
Chapter 1
Another Deal
Luckily, his client enjoyed dark places as much as him, because this inn was to his liking, full of shadows, not too crowded, and heavy with fear. Fear, he had gotten used to how people looked when they felt it. He had discovered fear it to be a useless emotion and shoved it deep into his heart long ago, although, it still served its purpose with others well. The man sitting across the table from him could easily be mistaken for an innocent peasant, but he knew better, the last few years had taught him just how deceitful people could be. He had already spotted the secret pocket that concealed a small knife in the man’s belt. He had also noted the rune on his ring, which showed that he was probably trained in some form of magic. “So, you can guarantee a successful assassination by next week?”. Ah so that was it, another assassination. He had already done so many that they all seemed to pass without thought now. So easy, just sneak into the house, poison something, or simply ambush them in the night……”Shadow? Is something wrong?” asked the man. Oh what was his name, ah, scar-tongue, that’s what they called him. He used to juggle knives until he tried to catch one in his mouth, heh, funny how life did those things. “No. No problem.” He replied to Scar-tongue. “Just give me the address and ill have it done by next week.”. Ah life was so much more fun as a wraith, if it could be called a life. Though he did sometimes miss being human, he also enjoyed the fear he put into others and the money that came with it. Yes, being the Shadow was much better than being a human.
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