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[Daerauko]

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Color...

More then one with souls...not blessed by the touch of my master....my maker...

A voice inside my head demanded their souls, their demise. Something I myself was eager to fullfil for the color was disrupting the peace of my shaded existance. Hatred came forth towards them not being one with his maker. They are tainted...and must be turned...they must serve as he does so willingly for the blessing placed upon him...

Being outnumbered was not a concern at all and did not even present as one in his mind...for all, that do not serve, shall die...or be turned to serve. And so the hunt began...

Stalking them I did. Luring them I did taking my time...for that was what I had plenty of and they had little...At every oportunity that presented itself did I strike...but the four crowded together and their color still strong and bright.

And so I needed them to move away from each other...for that is the best way to kill prey, and I have the upperhand...for I am blessed with the power of obscuring myself from their vision.

Leading them all to the temple of my kind I did...on the way in I saw another like me meld into the shadows...one that I turned not to long ago...

Once inside I knew that they would not escape...

One by one were they split up, now harder for they were chasing another as well...wondering within the halls of shadows...Then I saw the time to strike...one of them away from the others...

*thud* An arrow had materialized sticking out of the man's chest. I watched him as he charged, happy to see the color fading from his body.

*thud* Another arrow next to the other arrow.

I watched as the man stumbled and came almost to a stop, breathing heavily. I can feel the fear as I pulled back the last arrow. *thud*

His physical abomination that I once called a body dropped to the ground. His soul, greatly faded but not gone. Not caring or paying attention to the shouts of men sounding closer and closer, I relished the moment before melding into the shadowy world of my existance.

I paid little mind to anything going around me except for that of my prey. The remaining three were looking over their fallen comrad speaking. I cared little for what was said. A long oval of light grey appeared. In which they picked up the one I have yet to make serve and placed him inside it.

I could not help but let out a cry of anger as the oval thing disappeared and the weakened soul not there. Angerly did I look to the remaining prey.

It also appeared that I was not the only one that felt anger towards this, for the wraith I saw before emerged from the shadows to strike. Many swings of their weapons did she take before she decided to conceal herself from the tainted ones. For that is what I shall call them. The disrupting color of their souls shows them to be tainted, and not blessed by the power he serves.

One by one he and the other lured them away from each other. And one by one did their restrictive physical forms and weak tainted souls fall, unable to move further. The last standing ran away from the temple, no longer wishing to be there and fall as did the others.

I refuse to allow any to remain in existance and so chased.

When I reached the tainted one he was among others....but of a different kind...one's that I have not seen before...they were not like me...yet they were not tainted as well...A voice inside my head was eager...the prey was speaking to them.

Maybe he thought they would protect him...for that was his doom. Three quick arrows and the body fell. The last of my prey....

It was then that I focused on the new commers...the non-tainted ones...

I heard voices in my heard..."Listen", "follow" and "serve"...

The man before me spoke of an Order...and order that follows the same thing that blessed me with this new life. The Order of the Ebon hand.

They asked me if I wished to come with them as well as the other like me, that was now standing next to me.

Not tainted...their words...were heard clearly...unlike the tainted ones...

Knowledge was placed within me. To follow and serve those that follow my maker's bidding. Those that voice my maker's voice...those that do what my maker wants...

And so I agreed to go. The only reluctance I felt was for not having the chance to turn the weakened souls of his prey.

The first time I have left this land since my re-birth. Following through the same grey oval shapped object that appeared.

And when I did there was a land full of shadows, of peaceful and comforting grey shades. Everything that moved in my vision was non-tainted. Into what I heard one of them call....Umbra.

When going up the stairs to this small tower on the mountain side, I was given the first order to serve.

"Stay here and guard this tower"