Ever sense ishvelda's death. Darion has been a lot more cheerful. Everytime you asked he would say something along the lines of "for the others sake". Well, ishvelda's death was about a month ago, and now you've been seeing strange hooded figures in the distance. All you could make out was a tail, horns similar to ishvelda's, and bright green glowing eyes. A week later you've been receiving notes from a anonymous person. Pieces of paper that had a couple weird notes, such as "it wasn't your fault" and "i'm doing you a favor." Well one night you decided to go the old storage building. Its where he hosted his fighting rink. You open the door to see.. That hooded figure. Punching a old punching bag. The hood was still on. The figure also had a plain white mask. He seemed ashamed of what he looked like..

-bam-

The figure looked over, having no where to go. They sat there, frozen and scared. Green eyes staring at her.

the man looked at the training dummy, than around. before clearing his throat, it was raspy but.. familiar. "i-i live here.."

He took a step back. "Am i.. in trouble?" He seemed worried. Avoiding eye contact.

He nodded. "M-make sense.." he fumbled with his hands.

his shoulders tensed up. "f-familiar? n-noo.." he chuckled nervously.

He shook his head. "N-no! I prefer not to-" he backed up.

he held his mask, he was so worried. he felt compelled to get out of there.

He paused.. "he.. didn't pause naturally. Betrayal. Is what happened." He looked around the room.

He took a minute. "His brother.. killed him. Do not trust.. his brother." He growled.

He growled. "Darion is a lying skank!"

He froze at the name. Staring at her.