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The Bastion

MGE belongs to Kenkou Cross

One

The Book

The City of Marais was only surpassed by Lescatie in terms of historic value but to the young Haita it was nothing more than a trap laid by Order agents. Haita stepped back as his pursuer, an Order agent, moved in waving his sword in a dizzying array of steel and flash. Haita, who had spent more than enough time ending the lives of varied human opponents, was not impressed in the slightest.

Haita stepped back from the sword's range, simply twisting and bending out of the way as the Orer swordsman swung his blade at him with an intent to kill. He moved with the fierce aggression of a combat veteran. Uncompromising. Fast.

Predictable.

Haita caught the man's blade with his parrying dagger and with a flick of the wrist the surprised and terrified swordsman was disarmed. Haita moved in close as he drew his second weapon with his offhand. The second dagger was in the swordsman's gut before long and the Order fell over dead as a door nail.

Haita quietly wiped his blade on the Order scum's tunic before sheathing both his blades inside his long duster coat. He had to get out of here before someone discovered the bodies. Haita's boots were silent and as the young man kept moving he heard the bells ring, signalling the hour of morning. The gates would be opening. All he needed to do was catch a ride on someone's wagon and he'd be on his way out of Marais and...and...

He was not sure where he needed to go next. Haita looked at his satchel. He was concerned with its content, a large rather unremarkable tome with words that he could not read or understand. And yet every time he touched it his hands burned as though it were dipped in fire. Haita clutched at the medallion around his neck as he suddenly felt a chill go up his spine.

Haita looked towards the road as he realized people were staring. He kept his cool trying to walk briskly towards the gates of Marais. He still felt the shivers go down his spine as he tried to keep a straight face.

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Having eventually made it out of the Order City Haita rested in the back of the covered wagon, ignoring the bumpy ride as best as he could. He opened his satchel to look at the book. It was still there. Haita quickly covered it as the owner of the wagon spoke up.

"You lookin' for a place in particular lad?" The old man asked.

"Just drop me off at the nearest village." Haita answered politely if a bit distantly. He looked at his satchel again. I need to find a scholar. A good one. "I don't suppose you know how to find the Wandering Scholar do you?"

The old man laughed. "You want to head to Lescatie lad, then you're on your own."

Haita clenched his bandaged fist before calming himself down. "Disappointing but I was hoping on catching him on the road somewhere." He told the old man honestly.

"Well good luck with that lad. What with the Order wanting his head and all..."

They want my head too... Haita thought to himself. And I can't remember why...

Part 2

Two

Memory

Haita had almost no memory of who he was. The only things he remembered was waking up in a bed. That was five years ago. Haita was fifteen and yet the old shepherd who raised him did not care and raised Haita as though he were his own son.

To his regret Haita had never known the man's real name. "Abba" was what the old man told him. So that was what Haita called his adopted father. When he turned eighteen Abba had been murdered by the Order for the book that Haita carried in his father's name.

Since then Haita had never forgiven those agents for the murder of what had been his family.

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