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The Mark Has Begun...

There was a man who fought for his people facing all the opponents thrown in his path, with a concealed identity that only a handful knew. This man was named Zain Lure, the thief in the night and the face of light at day. Till his fateful path led him to a journey of many confused questions that cemented in his head in what he really is, and what he is really facing. Little did he know, he was just in the beginning of his true path of becoming something he subconsciously knows by nature.

"Night bursted in range increasing his melee closed up clashing his daggers against the structured defense this captain was playing, withdrawing range keeping him far away. Night increased his bloodlust and pounced towards the Silver Star slashing him like a wild web breaking through the captain’s defenses and absorbing to much damage causing to fall and forcing him to fight back. The fierce battle led in Night’s favor reaching to its champion till the captain forced his command to his surrounding stars to attack. He can’t let this orchid thief survive this night after the damage he caused and was embarrassed of his duty to protect the supply ships and can’t let anyone find out or he would be the mocking stock of his crew. Night evaded the charging stars unleashing his swiftful slashes throughout the mob of relar guards catching them as it landed through their breastplate, neck and even their revealed torso dropping them like flies. As night battled against the stars he maneuvered his way through the crowded guards searching for an opening against the captain to drag him to this intensive brawl at the relar ship shaking in such a matter by the numbers of flying bodies being thrown cracking the wooden deck floor. Night dashed backwards slashing through 3 charging stars collapsing in front of him, and than locked his eyes towards the silver captain keeping him locked. HE stretched his arms so far back and launched his 2 daggers like a bursting nova towards the captain aiming at him and pierced though his lower bicep ripping through his flesh as he screamed of pain at the top of his lungs not expecting such an predictable move dropping him like a 1000 pound tree to the wooden deck. The captain kneeled catching his breathe and forcing himself up in such pain, The silver star’s spirit of combat been destroyed completely after this piercing attack changing his motive to survive this night."