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Issac's breaths came in ragged bursts. Across the cemetery, Kilik was fairing no better. Both were covered in wounds of all shapes and sizes, but Kilik's didn't bleed. There was one advantage to his curse. This was obvious. Issac charged once more, but the effects of his blood loss had made his movements sluggish. He threw himself into the way of Kilik's dagger without realizing it. Blood trickled between them and Issac fell. He cursed under his breath that he was not able to avenge the only person her cared for. Kilik rose the dagger into the air, ready to deal the final blow, but an arrow knocked the dagger from his hand.
On top of one of the tombs, atop a large marble cross, stood a figure. Its' body was wrapped entirely in a pitch black cloak, leaving no part of their body visible. Their face, covered in a strange mask. Half of it was white with a smile painted in black and the other half pure black. "This isn't yours to interfere with!" Kilik called up to the figure.
It bent down only to launch itself into a leap that cleared the long distance between where Kilik and Issac stood and the tomb with ease. The cloak moved slightly as they came down, but all that could be seen underneath was black. The figure landed without a sound or any other sign that it had hit the ground from such a height. Instead, it moved closer to them, but it did not walk. It seemed to glide over the wet earth. Once it was close enough it spoke in a voice that was indistinguishable. It seemed to be the combination of many voices. "I have my reasons to interfere." It spoke, still getting closer to them. Kilik clenched his fists, his old leather work gloves tightening around his hands.
He shot a glance down at Issac. "I think we can put our differences aside just long enough to kill this b*****d." Issac nodded and did his best to stand up. "Who are you!?" Kilik called out, sliding his feet into a fighting stance.
"Evershade." Kilik was startled by the bluntness of the response. He had prepared himself for Evershade to dance around the question, but getting straight the point caught him off guard.
"Well then, Evershade, get ready to die!" Kilik charged with reckless fury, as he tended to do. The cloak around Evershade flew about him for a moment. As Kilik passed by, a large wound opened up on his side, causing him to fall to the ground. "What the hell?" He wasn't able to see what had happened, but Issac had. What looked like a scythe came out of Evershades cloak for the moment it was opened. It seemed to come out of no where though. An ordinary sized scythe wouldn't have fit within the cloak. Kilik stood up again, clutching his side. "Well Isaac, you going to help me?"
Issac picked up his crusaders sword and charged as well. This time a long black arm came out with a demented looking claw at the end. It tore away at Issac's chest, but this was just long enough for Kilik to attack. He jumped into the air and soared at Evershade, his fist leading the charge. It made contact with the mask that Evershade wore. Fine cracks spread out like a spider web from where the blow had been struck. Evershade just laughed. "You wish to know my face?" A feminine arm with fair skin came forth from the cloak. It gripped the mask gently, removing it, revealing the face of a beautiful women with icy blue eyes and long flowing blond hair.
"Katherine?" Issac and Kilik both gasped in unison. Kilik quickly regained his battle stance and punched for Evershades gut, but Issac threw himself in front of the blow. "Issac, you fool! That isn't Katherine! We both know I killed her all those years ago! Don't-" His words were cut off. A single bolt was fired from Issac's arm mounted cross bow into Kilik's heart. He clutched at the wound, staring into Issac's eyes with horror. Issac just stared back, cold and vengeful, as if doing this had finally saved Katherine. As Kilik fell to the ground, a blade burst froth from Issac stomach. His eyes went grey as his body crumpled to the ground.
Evershade stood behind him, a sword sticking out of the cloak. A smile crept across her lips, but then everything went black.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~10 years earlier~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Outside the cathedral Kilik and Issac fought furiously, but inside, they had left Katherine's body in its coffin. A figure walked out from behind the alter. Nothing could be seen of him through his long black cloak, and his hood hid all facial features in shadows. He stood over the casket for a long time, his gaze fixed upon its form. The hand of a young man came out of the cloak and traced the white cross that was painted on the casket with his fingers. Once he had traced it entirely, he withdrew his hand back into the cloak. Seemingly from no where, leather straps came out of the cloak and wrapped themselves around the casket. The man hoisted the casket onto his shoulder and began to leave. His hood fell away as he struggled to get the casket in the right place. His hair was brown, messy, and wet from being outside. His right eye was deep brown, but his left was icy blue, almost as if it had no color. He pulled his hood back over his head as he made his way out of the back door of the cathedral.

((The first look at possibly one of my favorite characters that I have created, Evershade. He is one of the most complex characters I have created, hell, I barely understand him. He will start turning up in more stories now, for he is one that has existed throughout most of my stories time lines. Moving from place to place and...Well now, if I told you why then it would ruin the mystery of the character. I'll just leave you with something I myself have been contemplating and it my have actually been caused by the creation of this character or maybe my sudden curiosity about my past, but what ever the case...How distorted has our views of reality truly become? Who is to say what is real and what is just a bad dream anymore? The line between the two should be easy to see, but I'm finding that it is becoming more and more blurred as time goes on. Never trust your memories, for even those can lie to you. There is no such thing as a fake person. Even if you build a lie and base who you are after that lie, you are still based off of the lie. In time, the lie becomes the truth, thus no one ever knows about the lie in the first place, because to them, it never existed, only a truth that we chose to believe in. Good night. I have school tomarrow. Crap!))