*The following is written clearly*
This is the story of Shadow.
I travelled the lands for many years after I escaped from the temple.
My travels have kept my location and name unknown.
I am simply known as Shadow.
Upon reaching Hlint, a busy trade post, I ran into that damn Cleric again.
Ever since I escaped from that temple he has followed me....
I trained alone for awhile but decided to use the cleric to fulfil my objectives.
I must admit, he fights the undead well.
I also met this damn elf called Leo or something.
He really does annoy me.
In battle he fights very quickly, hitting his enemy quick and...Well I would say hard but he hits like a kitten.
Never before have I seen someone so weak, yet so successful in combat.
I travel with him often now; his skills prove useful as I complete my goals.
He can dodge blows and distract the enemies while I eliminate them…
My arrows are extremely powerful, but only when I catch the enemy off guard.
We had a fight one evening. I shot his rapier out of his hands and he challenged me to a fight.
I couldn't dodge his fast attacks, and he knocked me to one knee... The fool turned his back though.
I pulled back on my bow string and whoosh. My arrow passed clean through his stomach.
He wouldn't have survived but that damn cleric who keeps on following me healed him.
I swear I will gut him one day.
Day after day passes by and my skills are growing better and better.
I can take an ogre’s life with just one arrow, and no one will ever stop me from growing stronger.
My heart may be dead, but my life is far from it. I have met many people, not one have I liked,
But I can put up with them... as long as they are needed anyways….
My brother, why did you do it Serif? You left me to fall…into the stormy sea below…to be sucked into the eye of the storm. What did that sword do to you? What could have made you kill your own family!? I now only strive for revenge…. But why…why can’t I pick up a blade and fight with all my might….why do no use my greatest asset…but hide behind my bow…fighting from afar…
Is…is it because of you? Because of the amount you made me hurt that night…you hurt me more with your betrayal…than you ever could with a sword. I wish we had never found that damn thing.
If we had just stayed clear… walked away from the draw of the sword… we would have been fine….but it is too late for that now. I promise you brother, you will pay for your actions, one way or another….you will pay!
I can sense that the day we will meet again is drawing closer; it is time I stop hiding behind my bow, and fight with my blade…and I promise you brother…this time... I will not lose! I have watched fools battle... and that is all they are. You and me brother, we fight in two different ways, I fight using the speed of mighty lightening, and you! You smash like the mighty roar of thunder!
Together my brother! We could be great, and the next time I see you... whether you fight for good, for evil, or for no one at all, I will battle you, defeat you, then take your hand, so that we no longer fight each other, but fight side by side, destroying all those who would oppose us!