People often like to think they have life all figured out, when in all reality they don't even have the first idea on it at all. Some die thinking this very way, or just so trapped in their own illusion that they can't even

or rather absolutely refuse to accept it

acknowledge it at all. They lie to themselves and and don't acknowledge their true self. If people do this they are often the most nontrustwothy in probably the entire world. In war sometimes you can't even trust your own allies. There's always the possibility of someone being a spy. When it comes to sorcerers and Sorceress's There's two kinds: the good

the ones who don't use darker magics and allie themselves with dark forces demons and monsters like vampires, werebeasts

and the bad

the ones whose experiments aren't very close to being humane, practice all manners of darker magics like necromancy the summoning of demon's and will also do anything to assure their own survival and only care about their own personal gain, and have no value for life other than their own they are often the cause for tragedies that can potentially befall any number of people

. This tale begins with the family of magic-users known as the Ice-blades. One the more prominent members of this family is known as the drunken dragon slayer. I don't think I need to tell you why. "How much further dad?" The 14 year old sister of Garthar Ice-blade asked her more than drunk father. With a slur the 50 year old man replied "about 60 miles so about 10 more hours on foot and 5 hours on horseback if we still had our horses". They had lost their steeps on the way to the settlement known as The dragons peak. It was known for the frequent dragon attacks hence e the name Dragons Peak. Both Garthar and Hannah knew their father was extremely drunk but pushed it to the back of thir minds as this was the normally the case with their father. He was renowned as the only know man to be able to kill a dragon while intoxicated with the strongest whiskey. He never did any thing that would jeopardize his familes safety. To mess with an Ice-blade is to have a death wish according to most people causing most assassins to automatically refuse the contract on an Ice-blades life often saying 'Yeah, I don't have a death wish so I'm going to have to refuse this contract. Or something along those lines anyway. True to their fathers estimate they had arrived to Dragons peak in about 10 hours. How he managed to make a extremely accurate estimate while so drunk that he constantly swayed back and forth is beyond me. Anyways back to the story of my father and his friends, my name is Solotan Ice-blade Jr and I'm teeming this story so noone attempts to take credit for my father's and his friends accomplishments. Mr and my family hate those kind people with a burning passion. The reality is that those kinds kinda of people exist in the world that we live in. Now that my little personal rant is out of the way back to the story. Most of the buildings looked broken down and dilapidated. You could still see kids running and playing in the streets as far as the eye could see. The guards could be seen patrolling but not really taking the job very seriously. They honestly didn't give a shit about any of the people living in the village. All they cared about was when they were getting their next goddamn paycheck. This would end up being the reason why someone close to my father and grandfather would be taken before their time. The world we live in is often extremely cruel and shows no mercy or remorse. They purchased a house in one of the "better neighborhood". The house had its share of cobwebs and broken chairs, tables, broken stairs, holes in the wall, missing parts of the flooring in some of the rooms. Well shit might as well get to working on fixing up this pigs sty, Garthar said to himself. If they hadn't used magic fixing what was barely a house at the time it would have taken a lot longer to fix it up. With their magic it took only about an half-hour to fix up the poor excuse of a house. Once it was done Garthar decided to go for a walk to allow him to get bearings. More he knew about this place the better. Knowledge is often power. The more he knew he could plan for a dragon attack the better. Almost out of nowhere a young woman worth long luxurious blonde hair that went down to her waist, covered to head to toe in bruises ran into Garthar knocking him down. The woman looked scared out of her mind. "Hey, is everything alright?" Garthar asked genuinely concerned cop the young woman who spotted to be no older than he was. "D-don't let them take me". Hearing this Garthar picked the girl up bridal style and sprinted as fast as he could while keeping a firm grip on the young woman when he was at least thirty miles outside of the village, he put the young woman down. As he did he noticed that the woman looked a little flustered. "After you alright? You looked really terrified earlier." The young woman was standoffish and apprehensive. "Do you want to take advantage of me too?" She's very apprehensive and is very quick to jump to conclusions. "No I'm not going to try and rape you if that's what you're asking. U on my wanted to help you because you looked scared or of your goddamn mind. What the hell did they try to do you?" He's kind to me even though I automatically assumed he was coming to try to tainted advantage of me how is and uncommon, the young woman said to herself. "Some men tried to rape me king 'it was their privilege'". The young woman Could plainly see that Garthar was trembling in anger. It was quiet for a while so in an attempt to break the silence the young woman asked for Garthars name. "Garthar Ice-blade, what's yours?"

　　"Alice. Alice Thorson." Garthar raised a eyebrow at the name. Now where have heard that name before. In the midst of their conversation they had been surrounded by the thugs they had been running from.