By the time Logan had awakened it was about an hour before sunset. He was in some forest somewhere with no idea which way to go to find his family. Since he didn’t have any information about the world he was in or surrounding landscape he went quietly to look around. As he got up from the ground he’d noticed that he was wearing black leather armor.

He had matching wrist guards that went to his elbow. Boots that went to his knees as well as pitch black cotton pants with a black cloak to match. He also had dagger sheaths attached to his armor. He had one sheath on each side of his lower back facing outward hidden by his black cloak. A knife in his right boot with the hilt stick up behind his calf. And one inside of his left wrist guard hiding under his arm with the hilt right at his wrist. He felt like a common cutthroat just waiting in the woods for unsuspecting travellers.

He shook his head to clear it of that embarrassing and distracting thought. “At least she outfitted me before throwing me to god knows where. Really going to have to ask her about that mood change when she was trying to get rid of me too.” He began walking towards sun hoping he was heading towards civilization. He had only been in this world for less than a half hour before he felt something was following him.

He kept walking trying not to show he’d caught whatever it was trailing behind him. As soon as he passed a wide tree with its lowest branch being around fifteen feet in the air. He turned towards it to cut of his followers’ vision of him and began to climb the tree with his daggers. Having to climb a tree while mustering enough strength to not only stab and climb but also pull the blades out again was a lot more exhausting then Logan had thought it was going to be.

Before he’d made it to the branch he heard shouts. “Hurry up he’s probably getting away”. “Ahh cool it Mani where the hell is that wannabe assassin going to go. We’ve got over ten guys circling back. If he ran off then they’ll get him.” The owner of the gruff voice sounds very irritated. “You “cool it” Greg. You think he’s just some nobody? How could some nobody break through our perimeter and get this close to our base? If John finds out we let him out of our sights and he still gets away we’ll be dead before the sun rises.”

Logan is still as quietly as he can manage climbing the tree when they round the corner and are directly below him. “Man what the heck are we going to do.” The man Logan can only assume is Mani from his voice begins to inspect the ground. “His tracks stopped here. How did he just disappear?” He then looks up to make sure he wasn’t about to be ambushed by his would be prey. Logan was still dangling from his daggers and staring right at Mani and he knew he’d been caught.

Then Mani begins to look around the tree to try and spot something. “Wait. What how come they missed the dude hanging from the damn tree?” Logan thought to himself and looked at his arms directly above him. They were mostly gone. He almost lost his grip when he realized he was semi-invisible. Looking down again he saw that Greg had given up on the hunt while Mani continued to look around for tracks. “Just give it up we’ve been out here for six hours. I’m tired of watch duty when are we going to go raiding again? The last caravan that we caught had some beauties in it. I can’t wait till we get to have their debut tonight.”

Greg says looking to the north with a smile on his face. Mani turns around shaking his head. “Is sex all you ever think about man because if we don’t find this guy you can kiss all those pretty little things goodbye.” Mani also seems to have given up. “Oh please if you can’t find any tracks the guys gone. Besides I heard that the caravan had some pretty tasty high class ladies in it. A few of the long eared sluts and a mighty fine tiger woman. John’s going to have fun breaking her in.” Mani chuckles dryly. “Yeah I heard she’d killed a few of our boys before they could take her down. We’ll be sure to punish her appropriately for the years to come.” They then both shared a hearty laugh and sat near the tree.

Logan had had just about enough of those two’s discussion if you could even call it that. He tried to think of a way to get off the tree without them noticing but with them only ten feet below him any action he’d take would instantly alert them to his presence. He only had two options. Option 1 stay there till his arms failed him and fall on them possibly alerting more people if these two didn’t kill him by themselves. Option 2 drop down and kill them. “Yeah because assassins’ creed prepared me for this shit……… not”

He slowly pulls his daggers out of the trees and pushed lightly off the tree so he’d have room to spin around. He fell down right between the two men. The dagger in his left hand drops straight down as he fell using the gravity as well as his strength to drive it into Greg’s skull all the way to the hilt of the foot long blade. Mani got his sword a quarter of the way out of its hilt when a dagger went into the back of his neck where his spine connected to his skull and poked out the front of his neck.

He gurgled a few times before falling still and silent. Greg never even knew what hit him. After propping them up and cleaning his blades on their clothes he searched them for anything a value. Greg didn’t have anything on him of value. A sword his clothes and a green glass vial. He took the vial and inspected Mani. Now he at least had something useful besides a sword and clothes. He had slung across his back a bow and quiver filled with twenty steel tipped arrows. He took them and slung it across his back only to see the bow and quiver change color to match his attire. After he was done he began to walk north the direction Greg had looked when talking about a “debut”.

As Logan began to walk he noticed something about himself or rather a lack of something. “How come I didn’t feel anything after I killed two people?” It wasn’t like he was a sadistic killer or anything heck he felt sad watching movies where the lovable dog dies. But for some reason killing had meant nothing to him. It was almost like breathing after he decided he was going to do it there was no hesitation or second guessing his decision he just did it.

“Maybe it has something to do with Nyx’s blessing. Death probably doesn’t care who goes because when it’s you time then it’s your time. Or maybe darkness because the dark is cold and unforgiving. Not evil in any sense of the word just that it exists and doesn’t care about anything. I guess I’ll have to ask her later.” He walked for ten minutes as stealthily as he could arriving at a large wall made of solid logs like a log cabin. About a foot away he heard people cheering as a man gave a speech.

It was something along the lines of “Demi-human filth should be punished for existing or killed blah blah blah and any humans caught aiding these dirty blah blah blah blah all dead.” Logan wasn’t really listening he was busy looking for a way to scale the wall and peer inside. After a minute he found a few cracks in the wall and began to climb. When he reached the top he slowly look over to see if there was anyone nearby. Turns out the entire area around him was filled with people that were thankfully looking the opposite way. “What the hell have these people never heard of sentry duty” not that he should be saying since it saved him.

He made sure no one was looking and hauled himself over the wall and then was grabbed by a strong scared hand. “Careful youngin if you can’t handle your drink and stay standing best keep away from the walls.” He laugh drunkenly and helped Logan up then sauntered off. “Well that was close” Logan begins to look around to find what every one’s looking at. He’s is standing at the top of what looks like an arena with rings circling a pit and each circle was a step lower than the next creating a seat for everyone. Right now every ring was filled with men and women that seemed dirty and drunk to say the least living out in the forest.

In the pit stood ten women cowering from the people screaming and throwing things at them. The man who Logan had heard earlier outside the wall was in the pit still screaming about how demi-humans were lesser then humans and should be treated as such. Logan now getting a good view of the women he saw that three had long ears and sharp facial features. Three more had animal ears and tails. The last four were humans that were older and trying to protect the younger girls.

As the leader of this group walked toward one of the older women he took out his sword and killed her without any mercy. The others cheered and Logan just felt saddened. Death was one thing on those who didn’t suspect it death would sneak up on them faster than most but to just slaughter people for the fun of it or to raise moral was just fucked up. Logan somehow felt that this man was going to kill of all them and maybe let a few of his followers have some “fun” with them before their death.

Turning away and beginning to walk back to the wall he was about to climb back down when he felt something. An urge to live. It wasn’t coming from the women being killed in the pit. They had already welcomed their “fate” but someone inside the small fort wasn’t willing to die just yet. He was intrigued as it was the first time he’d felt this and wasn’t sure if it’d be a common occurrence once he was traveling the world. “Curiosity killed the cat. But it’s not like I’m just gonna pass whatever that is up anyways”

He began walking towards the center of the fort towards this feeling. It takes around a minute or two to find what he’s looking for or at least where it’s coming from. In the center of this place is a large tent that looks like it was taken from a raid on royalty. It was ornate with royal crests and had several layers to keep unwanted cold out. As Logan inched closer sticking to the shadows he cuts a small hole in the side of it to see what was inside. What he sees is a woman possible nineteen to twenty five years old with short spikey hair each tuft was either white or black.

She had a lean and muscular body and amble breasts B’s or C’s he wasn’t sure. The last thing he saw about her was her animal ears and a long slender furry tail like a cat’s striped black and white like her hair. As he finished inspecting her she felt something looking at her and began to scan the room. Her gaze landed on the hole in the tent and she just stared at it to see if anything would move. “So the thing I felt was this girl huh well” He looks around to make sure no one can see him and he makes a slim cut into the tent and enters.