*Anna twitched a little and started to come to. She sat up, still a little dazed.*
"Where... am I?" She asks, looking around. "This seems so familiar."
*She uses a nearby stone to help herself get up. She dusts herself off and looks around. There is a thick fog all around her and she can't see very far. She looks at the stone that she had used to get up and saw that it was a gravestone. She knelt down and read the worn letters that were carved into the stone.
Here lies Hundari,
protector of Black Horse Town
1503-1626
There was a piece of cloth tied to a fancy cross at the top that had been cut unevenly. Anna ran her hand over the side of the smooth stone and as she did so, images started to stream through her mind. She drew back and sat down heavily. She had cut the cloth. Then she heard it. There was a small crunch as someone's heavy boot stepped on the dead grass and dry leaves. Anna quickly stood and spun around, only to find a knife at her throat. The man holding the knife had a black cloak that fell to his ankles. The hood hid his face. He had large black boots with thick soles, thick leather gloves, long black pants and a black sleeveless top. He had a muscular build and in the hand without the dagger held a string with something on it, but it was at an angle where Anna couldn't see what it was.*
"Don't move," the stanger said.
*Suddenly a cold gust of wind blew from behind the man and the thing in his hand spun a little. Anna then was able to see it clearly. It was the medalion. Her eyes moved back to the shadowed face.*
"You..." she whispered, glaring at him.
"Oh, you remember me! Wonderful!" he said sarcastically.
*He raised his hand with the medalion in it and pulled back the hood. He had untidy black hair that fell to his shoulders. His cold black eyes seemed to have no life left in them. His thin lips stretched into a mocking smile.*
"Poor old Hundari. Funny how it fails to mention how he died. Pitiful wretch. Sure, he could help create this town and save it over and over, but everyone has to come to an end sometime. Not even he could save one of my specially selected targets. It's strange how he could save a town, but not himself. If it weren't for that cursed slave of his his spirit would have been trapped here and the town would fall in no time. But not with that rag. Then again, that's all over now. Thanks to you, that is," he said, his gaze wondering to the aged writing. Then his eyes snapped back. "You never did learn my name, did you? It's Jushar. Unfortunantly there's one little part that I overlooked when I found out how to escape that stupid rock he trapped me in just before he died. I happen to need the blood of the one who got me out. And that would be you. Oh well, you were starting to get on my nerves anyways."
*He pulled pulled the knife from Anna's neck and quickly thrusted it at her heart. He wasn't quick enough, though. Anna was just able to dodge it with a small cut on her arm. Her hand instinctly went for where her sword usually was, but it had been removed after she blacked out in Kinch Rock. She took a step back and then turned and ran. It wasn't long before Jushar recovered and started to run after her, gaining every second. She thrust her hand into her bag and grabbed a random vial. She took it out and threw it over her shoulder. There was a bright flash and a high-pitched screech and Anna cursed under her breath, remembering that O-nion's orb stopped spells and apparently weaponized potion affects, too. The orb had apparently done the job, though, because it had stunned Jushar. Anna had felt the affects as well, but not as bad as before, for she was farther away now and was able to adjust sinse she knew what it was like. She ranstraight out of the cemetary and pused at the gates, unsure where to go next.*
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