Mythic
Long ago there were heroes, true defenders of humanity who devoted their lives to stop the evil in this world. They held their ground firmly even in the face of death they would succeed with hope and courage. And as they purged the evil from the land they were celebrated for centuries as gods of the mortal realm. But the seed of evil remained potent and the scourge returned to haunt the land once more. The people cried out to their gods to save them, and even in their advanced age they defeated the evil with the greatest of ease. The evil doers were sealed off in a another realm the gate guarded by the greatest defenses humanity could muster. The temple was sealed off forever, and with time it was forgotten the path fading from the memory of even the wisest of sages. A small village was built beneath the temple its people kind and simple folk unaware of the looming force of wickedness that remained above them.
But not all things remain hidden, and as time went on the path was reveled to a single human woman. The woman found that not only could she cleverly navigate past the ancient defenses, but that the forces of evil had not left the gate unguarded. The most legendary of all demons stood guard his chains bound him to the door he was forced to guard. The woman was quite taken and felt remorse for his soul this brought her to release him letting his power return. He was quite grateful that his liberator had come he vowed to protect humans forevermore. He soon found love with his liberator joining her village and appearing as a normal man. He fathered two children the oldest named Sigmund and the younger Harper. He suppressed his powers his demonic presence unknown as he raised his children to be normal doing away with the unknown. But evil still lived in the heart of man, and soon a great war broke out across the small land. It reached their village like the coming storm the people did fight for the sake of their lord, and the demons powers surfaced once more. But this reunion did not come with welcome the people came in the night to purge their land of the evil. The father feared not as he stood before them with pride he sacrificed himself to let his family stay alive. With great guilt in her heart the mother joined her lover as they were both burned for their treason upon the land. The two brothers fled separated in the cross fire, Harper found himself in a thieves den his master and the followers his only family. Sigmund was taken in by the wealthy and raised to be a knight quickly becoming the leading general of his nation. But not all is as it seems, and upon the death of the gatekeeper the gateway opened exposing the world to the very evil it feared the most. The people cried out for the heroes to save them, but their cries fell on deaf ears. Humanity began yet another war Sigmund's nation fighting for peace and liberation but falling to a new type of enemy. Sigmund's demonic influence took over his body and soon enough he inherited all the power his heart had so greedily wanted. With his new power he assisted the commander in taking a part of the world for themselves, slaughtering any and all resistance. But unsatisfied with their gain that sought to take more, the remaining people readied their arms for a war that would last a lifetime.
Harper strode through the busy streets of the market. He was working alone as he had always, but this day he had no clear target. He was covered by a Grey hood to conceal his identity as he drifted between people quickly not wishing to draw attention to himself. He spotted a nobleman his coin purse hanging loosely by his side as he continued on through the crowd attempting to recruit the young for that war. Harper acted quickly pulling his dagger and cutting the strings of the purse letting it fall into his hands with the greatest of ease. He pulled away moving into a alleyway to hide himself just as the nobleman noticed that his belongings had been stolen. “Thief!” He called the group of people around him moving away from the man and looking around at each other. Harper watched always finding amusement in the reactions to his deeds. “You dirty little rat!” Came a voice from behind him as he turned to see the guard chief with reinforcements not far behind him. Harper cursed him as he climbed up the buildings wall as quickly as he could. He broke out into a sprint jumping from rooftop to rooftop as the guards gave chase the best they could. Archers cut him off all of them more than ready for him with their arrows. “This is your last chance thief give up we have you surrounded.” Harper sighed turning back to see that the other guards had made it to him as well. “Well I have to admit you gentlemen did a decent job this time.” Spouts Harper the tone of amusement mocking the guards as he struts around the rooftop. “I'll go quietly boys.” He says as he lifts his hands up the archers lowering their bows as the captain approaches him with shackles. He clicks on over his wrist the weight of which almost unbearable as his arm droops down. “On second thought.......” Harper says as he throws his fist around hitting the captain in the head with the shackle and knocking him off balance. “I can't really go to jail today boys its not a good time for me!” Calls Harper as he takes off down the opening the guards had left in their lines. “Get him you idiots!” Calls the disoriented captain as his men rush forward arrows flying close behind. Harper jumps another few rooftops finding his destination quite quickly as he drops off the side of a building plummeting into a old well. The guards arrive on the point where he had jumped looking down into the well dumbfounded. “He killed himself......” Muttered one of them as they all turned away from the point laughing.
Harper rose up from the cloth pad that was made to cushion his impact proceeding into the tunnel with a sigh. “Pretty good, but I think you actually made them corner you on purpose.” Comes a voice from the top of the rafters as another man jumps down in front of Harper. “What gave you that idea my friend?” Harper asks his voice still soaked in amusement as he held up the coin purse. “Rumor said that he had a glass jaw I had to see if it was right.” Harper says as he continues down the tunnel the man following after him as the both had a good laugh. The mans name was Damion he was Harpers oldest friend and had been with the den almost as long as their master. Harper sighed opening a massive metal door leading into the main hall of the thieves den. All the recruits were in the main hall talking about how they would go about doing things, and the recent things they were able to steal. Harper walked past everyone opening the door to the treasury and throwing the coin purse on the table. “Add it to my holdings lets just call it overtime.” He says with a smirk as he excuses himself from the office turning to look around the room at all the new recruits. He slid into a seat near the bar ignoring everything else as a mug is set in front of him. “I needed this.” He tells himself as he takes a long swig of the dark liquid. “You hear about them giving me a partner?” He asks Damion as he takes yet another drink this one a bit longer. “Yeah the master wants you to train someone new.” Damion says as he himself takes a drink from his own mug. “Well it suppose to be completely random can you believe that? The old man is getting odd as the years go by.” Harper mutters finishing off the first mug and pushing it over to the bartender to fill it again. “Don't question the master, his methods have worked wonders.” Damion says as he takes it easy sighing softly while taking a small drink. “Well the master says that the recruit will have to find me on their own so this should be interesting.” Harper mutters sarcastically with his back turned to the entire room. The recruits began to shift as people moved around the room all of them busy talking or drinking.
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