It was a dark and cold night. Everyone remained huddled in their homes, waiting for this night to end. It was a night to remember, a night of deeds. Whether good or bad, it still was a night of deeds. Only one person dared to walk in the streets that night. He wore a coat of green, almost iridescent in color. He walked with a purpose and destination in mind. He passed numerous houses heading towards looked like a mansion.

The mansion was tall with what looked like spires from a fantasy book, rising from the mansion, with four turrets, one for each of the corners of the building. The man walked towards this place taking even bigger strides than before, almost running. When he arrived he saw a gate with a very weird lock and then stopped. The lock had swords ingrained on the on the sides of what should have been the keyhole except there was no key hole to this lock, only a clean slate of metal. He waved his hand over the lock and the gate swung open as if it was not locked and never had been.

The man went straight towards the door, and on the door knocker was that same symbol, the swords surrounding the knocker. He knocked using the door knocker and waited out in the dark. When the butler opened the door almost 5 minutes later there was no-one and nothing there except for a note and the cloak. The butler picked up the cloak reverently, as if it was a holy artifact. He looked around before heading back inside. He looked down and read the note and started crying. The maid passing by wondered why he was crying and then saw the green coat. The butler said to the maid "Give this to the mistress and tell her to read this" as he was bawling with tears. The maid went rushing up to the mistress of the house and told her to read the letter as the butler had instructed her to do.

The second the mistress saw the coat her face paled significantly. The mistress was a beautiful woman, with a heart shaped face and black, long locks of hair. Her eyes were a color of blue unseen in the world, almost like a sapphire with golden flecks in it, and those eyes were filling up with tears. She said with a croak in her voice, "Where did you get this?". The maid told her everything and also told her about the note. The mistress demanded that she show her the note. The maid took it out and handed her the note.

The mistress started reading the note and with each passing glance at the note the tears in her eyes threatened to well up and consume her utterly. The writing on the note read this:

To My Friends and Family,

You thought me dead and deceased. That was true. I was dead and you all buried my body. I had to die in order to fool my enemies. This cloak, as you know by now, is proof that I am alive, but just in case you all don't believe me. I will tell you the name I earned when I died. My name was Loyalties Champion. If this message gets to you all, know I sent this to tell you all I am alive but do not seek me out. Our enemies have risen again this time, with an army at their backs. I need time in order to assess the situation. The enemy is even stronger this time than it was before, and they have a weapon that is stronger than the one they had last time, and this one, if the rumors are correct, are too horrible to contemplate. I am sorry that I can do nothing to help you all but this is the best that I can do. I might die again and if so amass the army and go destroy them once and for all. For if they don't die they might destroy everything we hold dear.

With loyalty in my heart,

The mistress could not force herself to read who it was from, for she knew in her heart. She broke down sobbing as the pain in her chest grew unbearable. The tears were tears of joy and terror, joy for him coming back, and terror for him as he fights the enemy again for what might be the last time

The man who had the green coat stood next to the window in which he could see the mistress. He seemed in distress, as if he wanted to help the mistress but forced himself not to. His work done for the night he left the mansion without another sound or word. The night seemed darker as if the universe itself was trying to figure out if this deed was good or bad. But it was a deed nonetheless.