Tuesday the sixth of Highwater, year 120 of Rahkyr

I am not one who enjoys writing, in fact I am frowning at this useless piece of paper that is now absorbing the ink of my quill as I stare at the ceiling of this stable desperately trying to put today's event in words.

I was nearly executed on this beautifull sunny day which made it feel as if the devines were agreeing with my death.
My charges were nothing but a few false accusations that the guards had put together to hang me. Attempted assassination on our beloved king Julius the Brave is the crime they went with, yet that will be a lie that will go down in history together with my mysterious escape unless I write down my part.
I am not an assassin, I have never drawn a knife at the neck of an innocent man nor woman not even an unsuspecting animal has ever fallen victim to the blades I carried out of safety measures. What I am is a knight of the shadows, slave of the darkness, not able to be seen by the dark leather armor and black mask I wore.
Only my silver eyes would give color to my grim appearance.
I would never claim a life. I would simply sneak in one's house and retrieve an object my clients payed for. Stories or reasons weren't needed for I was payed for both my skills but also my silence. Nothing personal merly a young lad trying to survive in this kingdom crawling with corrupted minds. In a way I am just like them stealing from the unaware but not the unfortunate that is what makes me different. Never would I be able to close my eyes knowing people and even children are starving only because I didn't want to share.
When I was displayed on the execution grounds for all of Falstheim to see I couldn't help but feel ashamed not for being a disgrace and represented as a murderer but for having led such a meaningless life.
A selfish, loveless and meaningless life.
The sound of the rhythmic booing of the men and women I had once stolen from would be the last sound that would take me away into the pits of hell. As the executioner tightened the rope that bounded my hands together it already felt as if a part of my soul had given up. "Death to The Shadow!"
A young voice yelled out above the songs of the crowd, the ones surrounding her started cheering and raising their fists. I recognized her, she was the daughter of a miller who made extra money on the side by selling gurgon sap. Their mill was confiscated by the royal guards when they found the secret brewery underneath the mill, she knew I was the one who had given the papers of their transactions to their enemies of Honeyhive farm for she had ripped of my mask and met my eyes.
I closed my eyes and hung my head in defeat accepting my inevitable death.
A priest was praying next to me. I am not a holy man, I do not bow in front of any of the devines but I had requested for a priest for I needed at least one person that would not agree with this execution, I could feel the wine water creating wet spots in my ragged clothes ripped apart from the days I had spent in the dungeons of the king's castle.
After the priest closed his bible with a smack and looked at me with compassion, I could feel the heavy boots of the executioner approach me once more. My knees felt as if they were nailed to the floorboard of the wooden stage I had been kneeling on for what felt like a million years.
He carefully put the rope around my neck like a necklace only to tighten it against my throat to make it feel as if I was suffocating.
"Stand."
The man commanded with a low voice. I obeyed as there was not a single chance I would be able to escape. I closed my eyes letting the tears roll down my cheeks like waterfalls. I counted the steps of the executioner as he slowly made his way towards the lever that would make the floor under me disappear letting me sink into the void of death.
I counted seven before my ears focussed on the sound of an arrow soaring through the air. No one seemed to notice until it was too late and the arrow had penetrated the neck of the man wearing the black cloth over his head to protect his identity, causing blood to gush out and spraying over the dirty wooden floor.
People started screaming, grabbing their children and loved ones whilst running towards the safety of their homes. Two guards ran up the wooden stage I was still displayed on as the scum of the earth.
They stood beside me holding their weapons pointed at the rooftops of the many houses. One of them shivering heavily the other breathing calmly looking over every roof.
More guards assembled on the square as they escorted the towns people to safety. A small iron ball came rolling onto the middle of the cobblestone grounds making a hissing sound.
Soon smoke started erupting from the small ball creating a thick cloud which made it unable for me to even spot the two guards that stood so close to me. I desperately tried to get free from my restraints but to no avail. I heared muffled screams and bodies collapsing unto the ground as two shadows emerged from the thick smoke. Their faces covered by a mask that only made their eyes visible both a bright blue softer than the brightest sky.
One of them swiftly took a knife from his back and started cutting the rope that bound my hands while the other released me from the necklace of death.
"Come with us if you want to live."
The woman spoke that had taken the rope from my neck. I still couldn't speak for in my mind I had already given up on living.
I nodded at her and they guided me through the thick smoke so easily it was as if they could see through it.
We kept running, not looking back although the sound of the iron armor clattering while the guards try to keep up with us made me turn my head multiple times. The boy suddenly stopped and turned to face the guards taking his sword out of its scabbard.
"Go Naya! Take him to Dusk."
He yelled at the girl that was about to jump into the fight with him. She obeyed him, no, she trusted him.
She took my hand and guided me onto the rooftops. The sun was setting in the distance colouring the sky a menacing orange converting into the dark blue sky lit by millions of stars in a matter of seconds.
The mystery girl did not speak once as we ventured over the rooftops until we leaped into a window where three horses were standing sadled and ready to leave.
"I'm not leaving without my brother, he has a day is that fine with you?"
She asked me as if my answer really mattered.
I replied honorably trying to show my gratitude for their heroic action telling her that if it wasn't for her and her brave brother I wouldn't have been able to see the stars that same night.
She guided me to a back room where a bed made out of hay filled the space.
After my time in the king's dungeon hay had never seemed so comfortable and soft.
She told me she was going to keep an eye out for her brother and that I should get some rest as tomorrow wil be a long day yet the questions I have haunt me and thus I started writing.
Where are they taking me?
Who is this Dusk and what does he or she want from me?