Anonymous Red

>Your name was always a tightly guarded secret.

>Guarded of course, by your sword, Ferocity.

>A scarlet red that burned with anger constantly, like a steel she-hulk born in the fires of hell and finally tamed by man.

>She was truly the best sword a man could hope for, let alone a bounty hunter.

>Due to your sword, and your eagerness to keep your name a secret, you had been finally given a title as of about a month ago.

>Titles went around fast in the bounty hunter business, thank the gods it was a decent and somewhat unique one. You’re sure there was a couple ‘Dragon Slayer’s around, or ‘Shade Slayer’.

>Really anything with “Slayer” in it was a shitty name.

>Your title?

>You may or may not have paid several Bards in order to do this, but your title was Anonymous Red.

>The majority of people out here in the Highlands were by majority uneducated, so Anonymous was a rather unique word.

>Had a nice ring to it…

>Your sword, Ferocity, was of course like all the greatest swords out there.

>In the sense that she was a cursed blade.

>What be her curse, I hear you ask?

>Well, in exchange for awesome power and skill in combat, you lose all compassion and regard for living beings!

>You were a solo act anyway.

>Except for Ferocity, she keeps you company on those colder nights.

>Sometimes you swear you hear her hiss at girls that get too close to you.

>One reason you’ll never live in the massive fortress cities of man springing up all over this place.

>These highlands were plagued with enough evil and disease.

>One of these evils, you were on your way to deal with right now!

>A necromancer going by the name of Malwahr.

 

‘The fuck is up with wizards and stupid ass names?’ You think to yourself, rubbing a polishing potion over Ferocity’s blade with a cloth ‘Maybe their parent’s hatred of them urged them to do evil’

>Ferocity seemed to hum in your hands as your applied the last of the potion onto her.

>The sword really seemed to enjoy it when you did that, it really weirded you out, but she performs best when she looks best apparently.

>Ferocity was a classy, but violent lady.

>As you slid your sword back into her ornate sheathe, you gazed into the flickering camp fire.

>Behind you, the tower of Malwahr stood, almost crumbling away from the wind itself.

>You had the night, you would approach the tower just before dawn so you could avoid any sentries spotting you.

>But for you? You’ll just blind yourself some more with this fire.

>You grabbed some small green seed pods, which you had collected earlier, from your side and tossed them into the flames, allowing yourself a smile as they went off like tiny fireworks.

>Tomorrow, you had a big day, tomorrow.

>But now, you have tonight for yourself, just you and Ferocity.

>gazing up, you instead focused on the stars and watched little ash faeries escape from the fire and shoot up in waving flight paths before they burned out and fell back down to earth.

>Stars twinkled down on you, completely covering the night sky.

>Laying on your thin mattress, you began to find the constellations, a method your mother taught you to help you sleep.

>You found a mere two before your eyes started to grow heavy.

>As you found yourself longing to close your eyes, you spotted a bright burning star, it sparked in the sky, its light dancing.

>You yawned, your body succumbing to fatigue and the star fell towards you, slowly growing larger.

>Too tired to care or properly process such imminent danger, you fell into a deep sleep, forgetting all troubles of the waking world.

 

>The meteorite was unnoticed in the late of the night, nearby villages sleeping and castles focusing on their own matters.

>This extra-terrestrial rock would not go so unnoticed for much longer.

>On contact with the atmosphere, it lit the night sky like a sun.

>Burning bright like flaming chunks of magnesium, it trailed down the sky, smashing in the exact spot YOU had been sleeping.

>A second of silence was observed by the closest village, and then came the boom.

>It was a wall of noise that blew the stained glass windows out of the churches and rendered dogs to whimpering messes under their owners’ beds.

>And when the dust cleared…

>A crater.

>Trees in a hundred metre radius were singed to a crisp and fires burned all around.

>But what of Red Anonymous? What of his sword, Ferocity?

>What ever happened, they were surely in another place now.