I crouch in a small cave. I desperately attempt to channel chi into my wrists. They were shattered almost beyond repair in the last fight.

God i’m tired. But I cannot sleep yet. I’m too injured to fight right now. Stealth is the way to go for now. After the fight I made my way back to the cave that the creature came from. In side was like a horror show. The wall and ceilings were painted red. You can probably guess what they used for as paint.

I will lay low for now and when I am fixed it will be mostly be time for me to start a new chapter in ny story. I will need to start on the ‘journey of the conqueror’ technique I developed. Soon I will fix my internal body enough to get my hands on some life force so I can begin. I’m sure they will write this part of my life in the history books as my humble origins.

First thing any good story needs to do so is always a good old fashioned revenge arc.

The future leader of that tribe should be going for his tribe hunt ritual soon in the forbidden ground. But for now I need to heal and prepare. I should be fine in a month or a few weeks and after that I will be able to start.

It shouldn’t be hard to kill that argonaut prick after all he's not even warrior class yet. Although I got my ass kick and had little to no chance of victory, I still survived a few attacks from a master class monster. Although I would have died if not for him. What did he say his name was again. Varon was it. Ok Varon the great me owes you one.

********* Almost two months later. He successfully killed his mark and attempted to flee where he was chased. He made his way to a rapids where he lost his pursuers in a rapid after a panther attack his back to avenge its dead master. The tribe will soon find him even if he is deep in the forbidden forest. Because he was unwear of tribes customs. If he had know he would have never killed him during a sacred trial like this. But that's is for later.******************

In front of a river two individuals stood. There was a third but the other two seem to not notice her as she simply laid their. They were huddled around a map on the floor. One of the men was dressed in a black silk shirt. It was stained in blood.

The other was a dark elf but he had banged his face so he was unrecognisable. It was impossible for anyone to tell who he was other than he was a dark elf.

The third person present was a little human girl who was currently lying on a backpack. On this trip she had to carry all of Ren’s things on Varons orders. Varon on the other hand had carried nothing! But his current clothes and a coat that had been neatly placed in the bottom of the pack that was being carried by Adria the little human girl.

The man turned to the dark elf and said

“remember a mouth ago when you said we would get their before sundown.”

The dark elf simply looked away. And says

“ Ok, ok let's forget about that and let's find out where we are. Ok so there's a river here. Their are only two rivers on the map. If we follow this river upstream then it only a matter of time before we got to the mountain or a mountain. Their we will be able tell where we are. And do you have to say it every conversation we have”

The man named Varon said inturn

“ No i’m saying it for the readers at home”

“ What?”

“ Absolutely nothing, up stream you said, well ok lets go”

The elf then looked at the girl and said “ time to leave”. She shot up and started walking down stream but the elf grabbed her shoulder and points the other way to which Adria says” Are you sure I have a feeling it's this way”.

But the dark elf doesn't care as he runs up behind Varon. Their is a new path that in this forest see because… Varon is making it by walking through the trees and the dirt by simply walking through them. Its is as if it would be more trouble to move out of the way then it is to move through them. But after following the river for a bit.

“ Oh my could you please stop right there.”

A voice called out and as it did both Adria and Ren stopped moving but Varon continued on as if nothing happened. Then a red orb cut through the tree and was aiming straight for Varons head but like a flash Varon strike it with his hand almost like using his arm was a wip.

The orb bounced off to the side and exploded disintegrating a portion of the river with contained explosions that had no shockwaves. This made Varon give pause he looked at his hand and on the very tip of his fingers was but a few drops of blood but he now turned his head exactly 56 degrees to he left and ask “ Who are you. How do you know blood magic.”

But there was no reply instead seven orbs seem to appear out of nowhere and charged straight at Varon. Varon broke into a sprint and charged straight down the river. As the red orbs approached him he would punch or slash them with his hands. But all of a sudden a beam of red cut through the trees and approached Varon at the speed of sound. It collided with Varons fist and the surrounding twenty meters of vegetation was blown away. The beam that made contact was reflected off Varons hand like a laser and a mirror.

It cut down all the trees to the right of him for at least 200 meters. Varons speed increased enough that that a sudden boom was heard as he broke the sound barrier with his speed. Adria and Ren had long been left behind.

As he was walking suddenly a thousand Red flowers seem to be thrown up from the ground and they exploded with the force of a volcano. Varons body was thrown two meters to the right but he got up and started running again. He was covered in many small cuts but was not critical injury in any way. It was more an annoyance for him at the moment.

What looked to a kilometer of land had been reduced to charcoal. Then red aura covered Varons hand as he punched forward. The ground beneath him cracked and a shockwave was realised that went flying forwards. Flattering anything that might have been left in front of him. He then bent down on both need and lunches forward like a comet. A red ice wall appears before him but he break it with a punch. Any cuts or bruises form the flowers have already been healed as if it wasn’t their and this whole time Varon face has not changed it expression of curiosity. Like he has found something interesting.

Then a rain began to fall. But instead of water it was blood. Varon stops his face changes to that of surprise.

But there's no worry. Suddenly all the rain stops falling and just seems to hang in the air. Then each and every single rain drop all accelerates towards Varon at a speed much greater than Varons early sprint. Varon raise his two hands and then collided them together in front of his chest. Another shockwave is realised but it is done so with enough force that it seem to push the blood rain back with it. And in doing so the land directly underneath Varon is now completely dry. Varon has an impressed look on his face.

Ha calls out “ I still have my technique do you have enough tricks to wear me down by the time I get to you? Or do you want me to wait a bit? After all your less than twenty meters now. And there's no kilometer of land between use for you to try and snipe me.”

The voice seem decided that it was a bad idea to continue this way and leaped into the air. She stood on a plate of blood and looked down at Varon. She was flying or the plate was flying and she was standing on the flying plate. If Varon had to describe her clothes it would be, witch. She even had the hat. But she look to be in her twenties. Maybe a bit older.

Varon made eye contact and she look back at him then at she said” Why have you come here. You don’t look like a mage or priest. If it is not for me may we go our separate ways? I don’t like blood both mine and others it makes me dizzy.”

Varon look at her deeply and then… he collapsed to the ground and started laughing. He just stayed there for a good minute before he rose up and looked back at the woman. He asked “ Would you happen to know where the Lugar de descanso final de muertes is do you. It's what i’m here for but the truth is i’m lost. Ha ha ha” he than broke back into laugher.

The woman bite her lower lip. She too was trying to hide her smile. It not often her jokes are this appreciated or understood. She spent a lot of time trying to think up blood puns and she barely got three so she needs to save them for people who understand.

See she is a blood witch. A professional in using blood. For her to not like blood would be like a bank being scared of money. But she still couldn’t trust this person so she was desperately trying to not laugh at her own joke.

She gently slaps herself in the cheeks and then started to put two and two together. She did indeed know what he was speaking of and its location. But she wasn’t sure about the man before her. She wanted to know who she was dealing with before she said anything.

“So who are you mister… it boils my blood when strangers do not introduce themselves to me.”

But for a while all she got was a renewed laughter from the man. But he came around after a while and stopped laughing and said “ I’m Varion. I’m not a magician but I do study magic theory related to the soul and magic law. And I am a noble of the empire so I can promise I despise the church. My interest in this place is my own. Hey do you really use bad blood puns as a blood witch?”

The woman looks down at him. She made note of his clothes. They were those of the nobles to the east. Of the empire and wider world, she knew little being chased to these lands long ago. But she new enough to know that this man was mostly wealthy and that she was in truth in need of money.

“ I am Sharsha you’re local blood witch . And if you happen to pay in gold I would be the greatest map in the world”

The man smiles. “ It must be expensive. Getting the someone like yourself.”

Saharsa smiles “ I’m worth every penny but…”

The plate of floating blood begun to come closer to the ground. Once it touches the ground it spreads out then it begins to morph into the shape of a table and two chairs. At the same time as this is happening Sharsha askes

“First would you like some tea. I would love to discuss notes on soul magic. I specialise in flesh, blood and soul magic. I would love to hear about how someone with a background in magic law theory takes soul magic. Ohh despite everything I specialise in theory but I am a king class blood witch. It is nice to meet you. Varon.”

The man's eyes widen. Then his smile twist into a devilish grin. “ Sure. I would love to”.