Chapter: Death lurks everywhere

Once upon a time when wars were rife and kings ruled the country, there lived an insignificant young man who has been shaped from childhood. Since then he has only had one goal, revenge. Revenge on the people who took his parents away from him. He lives for this goal. It started early, after his parents had died, he went to the murderer of his parents in desperation and soullessly. He didn't know his name or where he was. He could only remember his face back to this day. And his looking back. He had never forgotten that grin. How could he? He laughed, yes he laughed, as he mercilessly killed the boy's parents. Totally unscrupulous and completely banana in the head. The boy couldn't help but run away. He was scared, terrified. After several hours, he found himself at an abandoned house. It was still completely set up. He lay down on the bed to rest, but fell asleep.

The next day he regretted his decision to run away and decided to return. But his parents were no longer there. There was no trace of the man either. Instead, another man was waiting for him, a man completely unknown to the boy. He looked like a bandit, he grabbed his leg and pulled out a dagger without further ado. He went up to the boy and wanted to attack him. He was about to strike back. The bandit must have been afraid of having been observed doing something that should not be publicly disclosed. So he decided to strike the boy down.

> This is your end. said the bandit, grinning. He aimed his dagger at the boy's heart. He was about to puncture when the bandit stumbled. He just missed the boy's heart. The boy screamed. Blood ran from the wound. The dagger was still stuck in his wound. He didn't dare to pull in. The boy was in great pain.

> You little bitch. shouted the bandit. He got up, untied the knots from his shoes, and drew the dagger from the boy's wound. He had no mercy. The boy screamed again. His eyes went black and the last thing he saw was an old girl his age giggling.

The girl ran to the boy.
"You just missed his heart."
> No wonder if they tie my shoelaces together.
But I won't fall for it a second time. <
> Haha, I have even better support. <
'We'll see.'
> Haha. <

The man ran to the girl. On the other hand, she ran away and hid. The man ran around.
> Where are you, you bitch. Why are you running away You don't need to have any agnst. I'll make it quick and painless. Nobody will hear your screams here either. <

"Ahhhhhh." Shouted the man.
> Let go of me, you filthy bitch. <
The girl just giggled and answered
> What do you have? I told you not to underestimate meShe pulled his hair harder and laughed out loud. The man tried to shake it off, but couldn't.
> You're pretty stiff for your age. You should exercise a little more, this could also shed a few pounds. You need it pretty much, it would be very good for you. <
> You cursed beast. <
She jumped off his back in a counterattack, and stuck her tongue out at him mockingly
> Uh, you fat bastard. <at the same time she pulled a grimace.
> Ahh, you little monster. What kind of a nursery did you have? You spoiled brat. If I catch you, I'll spank your ass properly
> Then you have to catch me first, but you little bitch. However, I doubt that you can keep up with me. <
> That's enough! For this you will pay with your life. Now your ass has a fair. <> Haha. We shall see that, you son of a pig priest. <

The girl turned her back to the bandit and patted her bottom a few times, grimacing her face. She screamed loudly "Catch me, uh."
Now she had finally made it. The bandit ran towards her and she ran away. She seemed to be having fun burning the bandit. The bandit was yelling at the girl all the time, who then said, 'If I had your face, I would laugh and run into the nearest circular saw. <she laughed out loud.

She ran on and on. She ran between trees, in a circle, straight out and back again. The bandit could hardly but would not give up. The girl could have continued for hours because she enjoyed teasing the bandit because he can be provoked so quickly. But she wanted to help the boy and bring him to her friend so that he can help him.

It started to rain slightly, the wind got stronger. The girl ran faster and faster. Until she hid behind a tree for a brief moment. She saw a long piece of thread on the floor, she picked it up. An idea came to her.

After setting her trap, she jumped out of hiding and waved to the bandit. Of course, as naive as he was, he ran straight up to her. She ran on to two trees facing each other. She lifted her legs a little higher to run and stopped a little further. The bandit ran and ran. Arrived about shortly before the tree, it fell over the perfectly placed thread that the girl had connected to the two trees. The bandit flew through the mud and dirt until he was finally lying in front of a pile of horse droppings.

He could barely manage not to poke his head. But the girl jumped on his head with a bit of a run-up, and now the bandit kissed the Schnoder. She jumped off him skillfully. She bowed her head a little at a time, screwed up her eyes, and smiled.> You shouldn't have underestimated me. <and ran back to the boy. you
picked him up and ran with him out of the forest.

After the girl brought the boy to her friend and he completely healed him, he decided to train the boy as a mercenary. So is the girl. The girl was happy to be trained together with the boy. She liked him.
> What's your name actually? <
> Farion. <
> Farion? That's a beautiful name. My name is Vienna. <

It has been 15 years since that day. Since then, Vienna and Farion have been working together as a team. They are highly regarded for their assassinations and are feared and respected. Since then, his motto has been> Live to your vengeance and die after righteousness. <His code name is Dark, as many believe that he embodies darkness because of his appearance. Vienna's code name is Melody. In her training to be a mercenary, her master found an amazing ability in her. She can attack with her voice, and she can also heal for the most part. This is extremely beneficial for them in some fights. Some think that because she does not have a weapon on her, she would be an easy target. Hence, they neglect their defense and they can attack. Or Farion comes to her aid, who acts on close combat and uses a huge broadsword as a weapon.

One beautiful morning, with a fresh spring breeze, Vienna decided to go into the forest to pick flowers. When she arrived in the forest, she enjoyed the quiet.
> It's always so loud in the city. Here, on the other hand, it's so nice and quiet. Why can't it be the same in the city? <
But Vienna's wishes are irrelevant at the moment, something completely different is happening elsewhere.

> AH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H. <Vienna was startled.
> Who screamed at that over there? It was very close. <
She immediately ran to the place where she can scream. She has good hearing, so she knows exactly where to go.
When she got to her destination, she stopped and was paralyzed. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. As if in a state of shock, she could hardly move and move. She had never seen anything so horrible before. She took a few steps closer and covered her nose.

In front of her were three subordinates, her master. They worked for him as spies. They were all dead and messed up. They had open wounds everywhere and all their organs had been removed. Some were scattered on the floor and some had completely disappeared. In addition, they had assumed a kind of green color. Her blood, too, had turned a strange color.
The eyes of one of the three men were removed. Since you could just barely hear the scream from you, you can assume that they were beaten up while they were still alive.Their bodies were still warm too.

> Who did that to you? <

Vienna suddenly heard a noise. She straightened up quickly, and went into fighting position. She suspects nothing good, and also has a strange feeling. She took a few steps closer.

But suddenly, from one second to the next, she felt a thud on the head, and everything went black. The last thing she could see before hitting the ground hard was a person's siluette.