Chapter 1: Prologue

There was a brief stillness in the air as a figure shrouded in a dark cloak stood motionless against the near-total blackness of the night sky. 

“Who are you?”

The only response was the whistle of a sword being drawn from a sheath as the figure’s cloak flew behind their back to reveal the thin stature of the person beneath. 

From inside their cave hideaway, five brigands clad in a mixture of mail and leather armour huddled around a fire spreading a dim light across the damp cave walls. The sound of shuffling boots stepping into the lit cave, removing the cover of darkness from hiding the figure’s features, revealed a girl. Wearing a dark green cloak draped over her shoulders, she held a katana in her right hand angled now at the floor at her side, its blade shone in the light of the fire. Her left firmed placed around the grip of her wakizashi strapped to her hip. The brigands looked at each other in disbelief, teenage girl barely half the size of their muscular frames stood before them, her bright green eyes fixed in a stare that seemed to radiate both the light and the heat of the fire. 

“What do you want, girly?” one of the brigands mockingly asked, as the group’s thunderous laughter at the thought of this small girl confronting them echoed off the walls. 

“Perhaps she got lost looking for her way back to the kitchen!” 

“We could use a good girl in our kitchen in our kitchen… as well as other places in our life.” a brigand huffed as he smirked while suggestively scanning her. As the girl stepped closer and closer into the light, farther illuminating her fair white face, her knee-high boots clonked on the hard stone floor.

“Her face looks familiar.” the brigand studying her thought. “But somethings off. She looks…” His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as his fellows laughing and gawking in turned into shouting as the girl bold strode closer. 

“Are you thinking straight right now, you bitch?”

“Why didn’t you drop those swords and make this easier on yourself.”

“Looks she’s determined, boys. Let’s have some fun.” a brigand guffawed as the others snickered. The two nearest brigands stood up and turned to approach the girl. One wielded a chipped broadsword and the other grasped a cruelly made yari. The other three brigands stood at the ready, behind their fellows as they watched them approach the girl. The girl and the brigands neared each other, she suddenly halted, her feet planted in a ready pose, her right hand grasping her katana with her arm pointing out in front of her with her left still firmly placed around the grip of her sheathed wakizashi. As she stared at the foes nearing her, she threw her head back flinging her flowing black raven hair over her shoulders, revealing more of her fair white skin. Her hands were covered in black fingerless gloves held around the hilts of her swords, her fingers tightly curled around the grips. 

“Take this!” yelled the sword flailing brigand as he charged at the girl, slashing his sword in a downward swing going for her torso. There was a brief bright flash of pale blue light, stunning the brigands, as the girl lunged forward slicing her katana across the gut of the swordsman and side-stepping out of the way of a thrust from the spearmen while drawing her wakizashi cutting a gaping gash in his neck. His artery was severed blood spraying as he collapsed. She paused briefly, as the three remaining brigands recoiled in shocked dismay. Looking down at the bodies of the two men she killed, she raised her forearm to wipe away a streak of blood from her cheek removing clashing colours of dark red blood on her pale white skin. She wiped her wakizashi with her cloak in replaced it in its sheath, as she adjusted her grip on her katana. Peering back up and staring a fiery glare into the brigands' panicked eyes she open her mouth to speak.

“They were my first, I’m glad they were gentle,” she said with a wicked grin forming on her shiny red lips. 

“What the hell are!?!?” screamed one of the brigands as their eyes fixed on her in shock. Her form which a moment ago, before she had cut down the first two brigands, had been that of a normal human, but now resonated with an unearthly pale blue glow. Her body now appeared as if it was not even there, being near fully transparent. Grinning,  entirely out of joy from their sheer terror and confusion, the girl calmly, almost cheerily, responded. 

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“You’ll never know.” as her eyes continued to burn like fire. 

“Your fate is to die. Just like you all should!” she bellowed. Letting out a cry of rage, she jumped over the dead bodies at her feet and swing her blade in a sweeping two-handed cut at one of the brigand’s head. He barely had time to raise his sword in defence before he was struck as the girl moved strikingly fast. Grunting as their swords met, metal on metal clashing with a resounding clang, he almost stumbled back. 

“How is a small girl like this so strong?” he wondered as their swords were caught in the bind. While they were stuck with sword pushing against sword, the other two brigands moved to flank the girl on either side. Noticing this, the girl slid her katana down out of the bind before jumping back to avoid a thrust aimed at her gut from the first brigand, while placing the 3 brigands in front of her. As she stepped back, she nearly tripped over one of the bodies behind her, prompting one of the brigands to rush and swing his sword at her. The brigand's sword wooshed as it cut through the air just grazing the girl’s side as she attempted to get out of the way of the strike. Wincing slightly from the pain, she clutched her side with her off-hand. She watched the blood from the small gash in her run onto her hand. She clutched her hand into a fist feeling the warm blood steeped into her fingers. 

“There’s always a price,” she grumbled as she straightened up. The three brigands bewilderedly stared at her as they regrouped, they noticed that the hue emitted from her halfway transparent body began to shift into a reddish glow. Smirking, she charged the remaining brigands with an echoing rage-filled cry. Blocking a strike from her left, she threw aside that strike with her katana and swung to the right, tearing into the flesh of the brigand running at her. His blood splashing upon her and one of the brigands. He let out a scream before collapsing. 

“You’ll pay for that.” screamed the now blood cover brigand. “You’ll suffer.” He swung wildly at the girl, nearly catching her off guard. However, each strike was blocked, as he continued to swing as the clash of metal on metal bounced off the cave walls. The girl ducked as a thrust from the sword-wielding brigand’s companion spear passed over her shoulder. Blocking another sword strike, she spun around, drawing her wakizashi, hitting down a thrust from the yari wielding brigand. The sudden locking of the spear and the power that he had put behind it, caused the spearman to stumble forward and allowed her to strike his exposed back as fell passed her. 

“Ack!” he ​​shrieked as the girl’s katana sliced his back into a bloody mess, almost toppling into his fellow.

“Out of many, one.” the girl taunted the last brigand. “Soon to be none.” The brigand lunged forward again, this time blade bouncing off the girl's katana before he felt the cut in his side from the slash of her wakizashi in her left. He fell to his knees as the pain overtook him. He hardly had time to look up to see her katana coming down before he was beheaded in a single stroke. 

A single tear gather in the girl’s eye and slowly rolled down the side of her blood-stained face. Laying her swords down against the now lifeless and headless body, she produces a small dagger. Trudging her way to the other four bodies, she slit the throat of each brigand, ensuring that death has had. 

“I had wondered what this would feel like.” she pondered aloud as she stood in a pool of blood, that now covered the stone floor of the cave from her grisly work. 

“It’s not over and it won’t be, but they can sleep better tonight,” she sighed as the tear almost dripped off her face and another formed in her eyes that were still burning with rage. Grabbing a cloth she keep with her, she wiped off the streaks of blood across her face. Proceeding to wipe down and resheath her wakizashi and dagger, she paused as she cleaned her katana. Staring at its blade as she held it in front of her face with the fresh corpses in the background, she thought about what had just happened.

“I am not satisfied… And I won’t be until… Argh…” Her rageful thinking was interrupted by the falling of her adrenaline and the resulting spike in pain from her wound.

“Time to take care of this.” she thought. “I wonder what now? What more will they have for me like they said they would?” She gingerly walked out of the cave tightly keeping pressure on her side. Strolling out into the black, cloudly night, down the hill leading down from the cave entrance and into the forest nearby, she found a patch of tall grass surrounded by trees in a clearing in the forest. The moon shone as the clouds rolled away, allowing the moonlight to cover the area in its faint glow. Sitting down in the grass upon her cloak laying across the ground, she felt the cool windy blow across her now bare shoulders. She adjusted the straps on her top loosening the tightly fitting kit hugging her aching side. 

“This will do quite nicely,” she said as she closed her eyes and slowly breathed. 

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