by Crimson Skye
The night was beautiful as the moon shine on its glory. The air breathe as it was alive. He stood on the mighty limb of a century-old tree, watching the fullness of the kingdom on the range of his vision. Soft, flickering lights shone from every window of each households as the smoke came out of its dark sooty chimneys, giving life to a vast, once glorious empire. The turn of unwanted events brought a great chaos on each of the three dominant kingdoms of the Old World — the Lynabria on the East, Etheria on the West and the dark Hesperia that lies on the North. The town people of Livingstone, Hamelton and Flamecastle suffered from each dark spells that befell on them. Incurable plague, famine and drought swarmed down each cities and towns, burdened the people to death.
He let out a sigh of despair upon the thought that had dwell on his mind. Now, he was on seek of someone who could bring a little peek of hope on each living’s heart — The Hunter. Finding the Hunter was not easy like that of a nutcracker’s job. It was a hell of a mission. He has no clue who the Hunter was. Besides, he had nothing but a ring resting on his forefinger which the Old Wizard gave him before they part. The worst part is, he had to travel in time just to find this being in the world parallel to them, the Human World. Aside from that, he had a doubt if the Hunter really exist. It was just a mere rumors after all. Even Claw, the Old Wizard insist that he should find the Hunter in no time before the enemy does and made a move at their expense.
The young man let out a scornful smile, thinking that he was doing everything to save others… to lift the curse on them yet he can’t cure his own. Looking up at the vivid moonlight shining upon him, he began to vanish in the thin air.