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Starless nights

Crowyn
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On a starless night, a middle aged man draws his last breath, but is it truly the end? Vael Icaris, the man in question, rose to power in terms of physical might as well as political influence, during his youth. That obviously upset some people, which led to his untimely demise. Luckily for him, he thought in advance and came up with countermeasures to fight for what he deserves! Will Vael be able to change his fate? I'm a new author, so I'll be learning as I go. Expect 1 chapter per day, two on a good day.
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Chapter 1 - Final Breath

On top of a huge mountain, a soothing melody can be heard. Said mountain, with an approximate height of 50 000 feet, isn't exactly the best place to house any form of life.

However, at the very summit, one can find a small log cabin. Sitting on a wooden bench right next to the cabin is a man dressed simple robes, holding a wooden instrument resembling a lute. The man seemed utterly unbothered by the freezing weather. The mysterious individual looked to be a regular 30 year old man, way out of place in the scenery.

However, upon closer inspection, one would discover that the individual isn't a regular man in the slightest. Numerous calluses garnished his hands, a nasty scar ran across his face, from his nose to his jaw, and his body was toned to perfection.

All these traits imply a life filled with hardship and hard-fought battles. However, the look on his face told another story: one of inner peace. Indeed, his surroundings would be described by most as « heaven on earth ». The clouds hid the bottom of the mountain, so the sky above was devoid of flaws.

However, the lack of stars in the sky was easily noticeable. In fact, only the full moon was visible in the sky. It's safe to say that other than the frigid weather, this space was a haven for the soul.

Suddenly, the beautiful music stops, and the man abruptly drops his instrument. He then spontaneously starts convulsing, to the point where he began bleeding eyes, ears and nose. His face, suddenly contorted in pain, was totally foreign. He begins coughing as his face turns puple.

Finally, as he draws his last breath, he mutters under his breath

« Prepare yourselves, bastards, for the hunt starts now! »