(Back story) In a world, much like our own during the 11th century, two being's had to come together to defeat the Cilonian's, A massive empire that has almost achived it's goal, several nation's have fallen, making it one of the greatest, richest, and by far largest, only 3 other nation's stand in the way of Cilonia, They are Mashentai, Alatiner, and Hulerdan. Zeraph a mercenary for hire, was running through the wood's for his life. He had failed on an attempt of an assasination of the great Cilonian general Wenatu's, son, whom he had tried to killed but failed when the spoilt brat, called his guard's immediately, he shook his head in dismay, The leader's of Mashentai were not going to be happy about this, when suddenly, There was a loud snap, and he screamed in pain, his foot had been caught in a trap of some sort's, it looked extremely bloody, the metal was rusty as if it had been laid there, year's before. He tried to pry the trap open, he could see how far he had been cut, his bone was easily visible through the tear in his leg. He heard the guard's behind him, and he knew, he would be caught.