The figure slowly stalked towards him, his blood soaked blade raised into the sky so that the moonlight could reflect the shadow right down upon his own neck. He stumbled around in the dirt before tripping over a rock and landing on his back facing the figure. The figure gleamed a toothy grin before bringing down the blade upon his head.

He awoke in a gasp, sweat soaking his bare chest it took him a minute to realize that it was only a dream. He arose from the cold hard bed that was his for several years since his capture and purchase. He looked around his bare and empty room and suddenly realized today would be the day he escaped this wretched hellhole of a life.

He was a farmer who was kidnapped by bandits and sold into service of a local barracks, he had no choice but to serve the commanders of this place with all his power. His bronzed skin was slightly muscled from working on the fields all day. He had a stern face and hard jaw but he was not without his beauty, his blue eyes showed a slight tenderness to the people around him, and his long golden hair which fell to his shoulders only inspire people me of his kindness. He was a man, who could instill fear into enemies and place courage into allies, his father called him charismatic.

There was a loud knock on his wooden door and as he heard it he sprung from his bed and threw on his tattered shirt and pants and wrapped a black belt with several spots for weapons and such around his waist. His voice was lost for but a mere second as another fist hit the hard wood. "Co..come in" he said softly.