Centuries ago,

A news was being revealed about the prince's death. All came out as men with hoods strolled the streets, guards were forced to submit by the leader of them who held in his hand, the Sahkora. The crowds gasped with the sight of the prince, bleeding from his chest as they all walked a circle for all to see and lead the masses back to the front of the castle. A young woman with yellow eyes stared at the corpse... her heart was broken, tears were spilling down her cheeks, and her voice was gone at the sight. She was horrified, and devastated. Another one stood next to her. Her white hair covered her eyes from sight, tears would drop to the ground as thunder started to crack and the green rain fell onto them all. His face didn't look as if he fell quietly and peacefully. All could see pain in his wound and his face. His eyes were teary and open. The sight brought most to their knees in a broken sorrow. Their prince, the beloved line of royalty that they had loved so much, had come to a swift and brutal end.

As they followed and gathered in front of where the body was placed. They turn their attention to a man on a balcony, the hooded men stood next to him, as more stood in front of the crowd guarding against a chance of rioting. The two women never look to the man as he speaks.

"If your wondering what happened, then my peasants. You only need to look to me, I struck the killing blow that took him from you." Setharak glares to them. "The Sahkora belongs to me! And with it this universe!"

The two women move closer to the princes body and then fall to their knees. The words the new tyrant screamed were drowned away as the rain fell harder. They both place their hands on his hand, as the one known as Ahkita finally speaks, "It's as if even Velmir is mourning his death."

"My prince..." Mishi chokes out her tears never ceasing.

Soon the speech was over and the body was taken away... and the world was quiet as the tyranny of Setharak began.

Decades later,
Mishi and Ahkita were still mourning, their very duty as his closest guards. Was brought to an end before it could even start. They loved the prince. Each joined with their own fantasies, but worked well for their common feelings for him. Ahkita shook her head as she started to get dressed for her work in the tavern.

"Mishi... we are going to be late." She looks to her companion, and friend. Mishi was still in tears. "it's been a decade..."

Ahkita looks shocked, but then turns her gaze to the floor as her eyes showed grief. "Yes, it has."

"I don't want to go..." Mishi said, "I don't know if I can keep going."

Ahkita sighed and sat next to Mishi, embracing her. "I know it's hard... but we have to try."

Mishi looked up and out a window, "Is this punishment Velmir? Please give me a sign of what I am to do!"

Ahkita looked to her, when a glow came from behind them, both turned around to see a woman, her ears were pointed, her hair green, and the dress she wore was pure white with a golden necklace, bracelets, and anklets. Her deep green eyes were welcoming and motherly.

"Do you wish to help him, my daughters of Athilia?" She smiled to them. "For I bear tidings of the survivor of the murder plot."

"Ah," Mishi looked to the lady as Ahkita kneels before the goddess. "My goddess Velmir-"

Mishi rushed past Ahkita and stepped straight to Velmir, "please, tell me the news. Are the words you speak true?"

Velmir nods, "The once dead prince has been found once more."

Ahkita stood and then walked to Velmir as well, "You say he was found?"

"Indeed, allow me to show you what happened to your beloved." Velmir replied as she touched both of their head with her fingers.

A flash of a vision came into their thoughts. Sand, with a heat wave raising from the coarse dust. Soon a figure appeared in the wave and they seemed to move closer. They were seeing him from his side as the man was looking ahead. Red leather clothing, and hat. The scarf covered half his face, but white hair was seen as it protruded from under the hats cover, and the eyes gleam with purple. His stare was cold, hardened, and filled with the lack of innocence from murder and death. Soon the vision faded and they found themselves in front of Velmir once more.

Ahkita looked to the goddess, "Was that..."

Velmir nodded and her smile fades, "Indeed."

Mishi spoke urgently, "We have to find him, I refuse to let-"

"That is not the prince..." Ahkita looks down with sorrow.

Stunned, Mishi growled, "What do mean that isn't him?!"

Ahkita just stood there, then finally replied, "his eyes, they were cold. And look as if he never felt joy or love. Our prince was loved, and he knew it. His eyes gleamed with his souls happiness. And every day he strived to make sure that all of his citizens felt he same love that he gave them. Wars were avoided, just to protect his people. But were also fought to ensure we were not harmed. Those fallen in battle, he would come and personally grieve with the families, and you could see his sorrow was sincere. This man... his eyes show only hatred, and give a feeling of malice, a cold soul, and death."

Velmir nodded, "A great deal has happened to him, but powers not of my control are blocking me from reaching him. I know not what is holding him hostage, but I want him back to the throne. So I am tasking you with the quest of aiding him. Be sure to only aid him, all I have seen of his accomplishments... the prince is even more capable than I had ever expected."

"He does have the eyes of one who has fought thousands of battles." Mishi sighed. "I hope he's alright."

Ahkita stared Velmir, "where is he? We shall make haste to him."

Velmir looked from one to the other, "Seer, bring him from that wasteland. Back to his home. We all miss him."

"Consider it done, Goddess Velmir." Both bowed.

A couple centuries had past,

Both were on Seer. As they walked into a small town they see bodies being measured for coffins, a man wearing a Stetson styled dark grey hat, a vest of blue with white lines going down the length of it, and pants of the same nature, a waste coat of dark grey and an undershirt of the same color with red tie. A badge was warn on his vest and hat. Two revolvers hung against his thighs from brown leather holsters, hung from two belts crossing just under his waist. A rifle was also slung on his back a leather belt was on his torso crossing over his chest, and over his shoulder, a smaller leather strap keeps it all secure going under his right arm, a steel triangle keeping everything out of the way and tight. His black hair swished in the breeze as his steel eyes were glaring at a notepad writing down everything that had happened with the bodies.

They approached and Mishi asked, "So what happened here?"

"Some stranger came in and caused a ruckus with the gang that likes to hang around here. Damned idiot is lucky..." The man growled.

"Who was it, did you see?" Ahkita continued.

"Never got his name, but the guy was wearing red leather long coat, looked to have some sort of chest armor, wore a scarf. Had a large revolver on his hip... to be honest I'm not sure how one even handles a pistol like that." He looked up and over the bodies.

"That could be him," Ahkita placed a hand on her chin thinking, Mishi added. "It fit's what we saw..."

The man turned to them, "You know the man?"

Ahkita looked back to the man, "What all happened here?"

The man noted that they didn't answer and then turned back to the note pad, "from what I saw, he gathered them all out into the street. Never spoke a word. Just reached into his coat and tossed a small stack of bounty sheets at them. Once they all saw they started to fire. And either some deity is watching over him, or those boys were lousy shots, because I don't think a single bullet hit. Though several witnesses would claim different. But once the lead stopped flying, he pulls out that pistol and ends each of them, one shot for each. The ones who were unlucky got some weird... the best I can call it is some sort of quill that he uses, and impaled the rest of them. When more came out the gunfight was one of the biggest one sided battles I've ever seen. I still don't see how he won while standing out in the middle of the street."

"Did anything weird happen, the atmosphere change? Bells?" Ahkita asked.

The man looked to them again, "Do you know this man?"

"Just answer us," Mishi growled.

A sigh left his breath and he nodded, "yeah everything went this weird shade of red, the wind picked up, and then the dead bells chimed. Three chimes for the count, then one after the fight was over for each man killed."

Ahkita shook her head and turned to walk away with Mishi. "It all matches the last towns witnesses. And the one before that."

Mishi looked to Ahkita, "do you think he knows spells now?"

Shaking her head, Ahkita thought then spoke, "no magic is this specific. This is something else."

"Let's keep looking," Mishi nodded in determination, "These bodies are still fresh we're close behind him."

Days later,

They walk into town and look to see another coffin being escorted to the cemetery on the hill. They walk into the saloon and look around, men and women look to them as some listen to a crazed man with fear in his eyes, Mishi's eyes narrow onto him as he speaks of a being called the Revenant.

"The man in red, the ink demon was over at her house, I swear! His cloths matched!" The man explains. The bar tender sighs.

"You need a drink frank," he groans, "Revenants don't stay in one place. They are constantly wondering."

"I swear to you Pate, he is at Martha's home right now!" Frank speaks.

"What did this man look like?" Mishi calls to him from across the room.

Everyone grows silent as they stare at the two new arrivals. "He wore red leather long coat and hat, he had on some sort of armor across his chest, and his clothing were black save for his pants. He has hair as white as the snows of the mountains of Grosha. And his eyes, they were a cold purple... like an amethyst of hatred and evil."

Ahkita smirks, "How long ago?"

"Just last night, he was staying at Martha and her brother's house. Its just down the road third on the left near the edge of town." Frank blurts out.

Both leave and walk to the house, Ahkita smiles and breaths a smile of relief. "Two centuries and we couldn't be closer to him!"

Mishi nods, "It will be worth it. I know it will!"

Morning was still shining brightly as they ask around for Martha's house. Soon they have a description of the occupants, a young woman, and her brother, he wears a black hoodie and beanie. As they walk closer to the house Ahkita smirks, "looks like we found it."

"Can I ask this time?" Mishi smiles.

Ahkita nods, "The brother is currently on the porch now. Just, don't give reason for us to be in trouble."

Mishi chuckles, and walks forward as the boy sits against the wall his eyes closed. Mishi looks down to him and then takes a breath. "Excuse me.."

The boy wakes and looks to her and then to Ahkita, his eyes looks surprised, he stands. "Oh, sorry. How can I help-"

"Have you seen a man with white hair and purple eyes? Tall, about a foot taller than me?" Mishi asks.

His eyes are shocked, Ahkita catches this, "You know him?" The boy says under his breath, "It sounds like your talking of the late prince Ahkula."

"We have reason to believe, that 'late' is a false claim." Ahkita responds. "He knows more than he lets on."

Mishi grows angry and sweeps her leg around and pushing his out from under him. Then she pulls out her pistols and pins him down with her foot aiming at him. "Tell us all you know or prepare to go to Sogra."

The boy blurts terrified. "Ah! Wait please!"

A gun shot is heard and Mishi looks left quickly to see the smoke belching from a gun, she backflips and the bullet misses her. A man in red looks to them, his hair white, his eyes purple. But Mishi is too angered to notice this. She aims her pistols at him, "How dare you!"

"Mishi!" Ahkita calls.

Mishi looks to her, "What is it Ahkita?"

"Take a closer look at this man," Ahkita responds moving closer to the man.

Mishi looks to him and then sees who she was about to fire at, "Ah! Prince Ahkula!"