This is my first character fiction and my character's second story in a post. This is to add depth to my character and change them. You can comment any time you want.This is for my first character( and only curently), Kratis. Now...... I introduce to you.....

The battleground set-- a prophecy foretold
The first epic story in a four series arc
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The day was still young at noon. The day was windy as the tress leaned against the wind, with their leaves shaking and blowing away. The town of Grocnor was busy with people and merchants; hoping to make a day's wages and buy things for their everyday needs. People of all sorts were talking in the streets and saying the occasional hello to one another. However, that is not where our story takes place, but rather on a deserted road that led to an old women's home.

The road to the witch's home was deserted. She was a witch and nobody bothered to visit her. Nobody distubed the old women, who at one point turned the mayor into a frog for commenting on how dirty her clothes look. The road was dirty, unkept and it was no surprise. She had no visiters. However, on this particular day, a young man was walking down the road that led to her home. His cloak was black and so were his clothes. He wore a white mask with red stripes at the side. The cloak was held together by a necklace with a dagger on it. What was the most interesting thing, was that the man had a black sword with a ruby at the end. This man was known as Kratis. As he approached the crossroad, a sign creaked back and forth against the wind, struggling against years of erosion and torment of the elements. Kratis walked up to the sign and read it.
Note of the townspeople:

" Do not disturb the witch. She is demonic and insane. Repeat, do not disturb."

Kratis looked at the sign, and with a quick flick of the wrist, set the sign on fire. Kratis continued down the road as smoke rose into the sky. Walking, he was oblivious to the strange creatures that perched upon the branches of the dead trees; watching his every movement. He was ignorant of the warnings that came from the trees, telling him to go back. Finally, he spotted the wise one's home. He had heard rumors that she had met a number of different powerful people. These people included a cloaked figure that matched his descriptions. He had also heard she could make you stronger and wiser in the world. He reached for the door and gave it a knock with the hilt of his sword; the ruby glistening in the sunlight of a warm, windy afternoon.....