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Her travels this day was not a hard one. She stopped in a town about a mile back and had stolen a crafty looking short sword and about sixty or so gold crowns in a pouch. She was a pretty skillful thief back in the day before she trained to be a mage. Still she was not skillful enough or she didn’t travel at a quick enough pace. Soon she heard the stampeding hoofs of a horse traveling at an accelerated pace. Litar turned only for a second to see her victim ride hurriedly upon his horse. Quickly she ducked off the path and into the woods that surrounded her. The tracker was not fooled he quickly stopped. He called to the hidden thief her position known to him.
“I know where you hide insolent girl. Show yourself at once!” He turned his horse again and again in a circle waiting for an answer. He looked beyond and saw no movement the dashing tracks below him spoke a story more clearly to him than one acted out for him. She had looked for cover quickly when she saw him and he knew where she hid.
“Your game is futile.” He spoke as he reached down and lifted a bow and strung upon it an arrow. Holding the bow high into the air he pulled back the string as far as it could reach. He then lowered the bow slowly yet in a tight arc pointing straight at her eye. She realized he was not kidding nor bluffing. She lifted herself slowly, hands raised in a sign of peace, and walked forward without making a sharp movement.
“I am a noble man and do not care for violence.” There was a brief pause as his face turned from stern to forgiving at the sight of the seemingly frightened girl. He did not know that she hated all that was noble. Her true father was noble and a bastard at that. “
“*******” she muttered to herself at the thought of her narrow minded, weak brained father.
“Just give me what is mine; the purse and short sword and I will leave you unharmed and to do as you will.”
“These things are of no use to you but will serve me well. Why bother? You can just get more gold and another short sword by snapping your fingers.”
“Lady, that isn’t the point. What you did was wrong and must be righted one way or another!” His speech ended in a violent tone that offended her edgy state.
“No! In fact if you wish I will kill you with the sword I stole!”
“Insolent BITCH!”
“Insolent nothing.” She retorted and as the man descended his mount for combat he was struck by an electrical bolt flowing from the girls extended hand.
The man lay upon the floor very much alive but stunned by the blow. He looked up to see himself stripped of all clothing and his horse. I must have been knocked out, he thought. Naked and in the middle of the road he stood thinking to himself, what a waste of time. Ha, he thought, never mess with something you don’t know anything about.
“A magic thief of all things a magic thief.” he chuckled just happy to be alive.

Litar speed at a quick pace unsure if the noble would continue his pursuit or not. After a while the horse grew tired and her pace slowed. Up ahead she saw a couple of farmers walking towards her. She looked around seeing no fields of any kind for them to plow. She came closer to inquiry them.
“Excuse me kind sirs, but is there a town up ahead that I may rest.”
“Tired are you.” One man said with a devilish look upon his face. “Well I guess you won’t be much of a challenge then.” Amazed by a change of tone and the now voracious look upon his face she did not hesitate to find out what she new was going to happen. Speeding past the farmers and avoiding an ambush she ran but her horse was tired still and slowed to a halt toppling over. With amazing grace Litar leaped off the horse’s back as it crumbled from exhaustion. She drew her newly acquired short sword from her fallen horse and quickly gathered her belongs she could hold. Looking back she saw the small group of five men still running for her and behind them walked a man at a casual pace. The man stood proud in well decorated armor his men were obviously mercenaries just looking for money even if they have to steal it. Litar took a final look at her poor horse and promised to it that she was sorry for ridding it so hard.
The main path was to open for her to fight all of these men. Still she ran hoping to find cover. Sprinting with a few glances back she saw the men gaining on her and the well decorated man still close behind them. She came upon another trail leading off to the west that was narrow enough for her to maybe face these men. She sprinted on her vision became blurred from running and trying to watch her advancers. Suddenly to her fear she was scooped up in a strong man’s arms that held her fast. The embrace was so warm that her initial reaction was to endure this grasp. Her head lay upon the man’s armored chest, hearing the beat of his heart she forgot the pain that followed her. Then the silence of warmth was broken and she pulled from his grasp.
“What’s wrong, young lady.” The man spoke in almost a whisper.
She never spoke just turned back as if to show him his answer. Now six fully armed men ran for her and a big man behind, probably the leader the man thought.
“Fear not I will help you.”
“No need I will take them myself.”
“I think not! Although I’m sure you normally could your face is grave and tired rest while I dispose of this filth.” Litar finally saw her savior as he went to face the enemy. His mouth and nose were covered by a blue bandanna. Similar bandannas were tied around the top of his head and around his elbows. He was built like a house and yet his eyes were so tender. As he passed her side her eyes and body also turned to follow him. Litar finally realized what he was when she saw the two scabbards at his sides. The swords that filled them had the irregular handles and the fabled connector piece. He drew the two swords and connected them to make his taimar. He was a Warrior of the Blue Flame peacemaker and lawman by trade.
“Men stop your pursuit of this lovely young lady!” He yelled to the six battle raged men. Seeing before them only an obstacle to overcome the ill educated men rushed forward not fearing the clan member. Their leader, however, did notice the man as a Blue Flame. The leader’s easy pace turned into a charge at the skillful warrior. Making no warning to his men which he cared little for he rushed forward far behind.
“Stop now!” Exclaimed the warrior his left hand held high.
“I warned you fighting is not the way!” The Blue Flame continued to shout now in his fighting stance. The six men came forward not halting to the warnings. Litar watched as the warrior disappeared into the crowd of six men and as each second went by a man fell. A shower of blood surround the clansmen as he spun, parried, blocked and slashed each man in seemingly one motion. Split apart, decapitated, and lacerated each of the six men lye dead at the clansmen’s feet. Their lives ended in an instant, the clansmen’s battle cry started as they reached him and ended as the last man fell. The warrior stood tall with the pride and slowly looked at the speeding leader.
“It will be an honor to kill you Blue bastard. In the name of Johan!”
“I think not!” the warrior exclaimed as he disconnected his taimar and sheathed his swords. The Leader did not waver and ran leaned forward and sword risen at his side. The Warrior crouched tensing his muscles lost in concentration. A flaming blue sphere formed and his right hand. His eyes gleamed in an outward steak of blue magic. The clansmen’s body turned leading his right hand forward. A blazing beam shot from his hand the blue beam spell was intended to kill. The blazing beam speared through the leaders armor and shined straight through the other side. The leader was thrown from his charge and flown back about ten feet. His lifeless body fumed with blue flames that seemed and was as harmless as steam. The foot wide hole in his chest poured little blood, the fiery magic closed the wound as quickly as it opened. The warriors spell although weak grow to enormous strength as he built it up in his hand until it reached its’ full potential.
Litar sat in amazement, she could not believe so many could fall to one man in such a quick time. It was only a minute not even and seven men who would’ve torn her to pieces lye dead.
“A shame they did not heed my warning.” Claimed the Warrior as he walked toward the befuddled mage. His head was held low he did not wish to fight these men and if he could’ve reasoned with them he would have.
“Young lady I am sorry you had to witness such…”
“Please, I have done worse myself.” She retorted interrupting.
“I do not doubt it crimson mage and you are a thief as well?”
“What? You know nothing of me!”
“Ah, but my eyes peer upon the crimson robes under the nobleman’s cloths not to mention the crimson insignia ring you wear on your left hand. I am Jenrig, Hero of the Blue Flame.”
“Hero! If you are the Hero of the clan then why do you wander?”
“Today is my Day of Wandering and also my first day as the Hero I need experience in life before I can truly obtain my title.”
“I am Litar Amberpeak.”
“Pleased to meet you but now I must continue.”
“Not without me.” Protested Litar in a girlish giggly voice. She paused in amazement never had she acted in such a manor especially in front a male.
“Excuse me?” exclaimed Jenrig in a confused voice.
“I mean let me accompany you so that I may be safe.”
“As you wish. Just one thing. Steal nothing from me what is mine only needs to be asked for, deal?”
“No problem I only steal from those who deserve it.”
“Deserve it in your eyes anyway.” Jenrig added to the bold statement.
“So anyway who is this Johan character?” questioned Litar
“I’m not sure, maybe his ruler or a false god”

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