Rick, a poor orphan Looked towards the horizon, The Tall towers of the Chital capital Cheon pierced the clouds. He wiped the sweat from his brow and began shoveling. He hoped to one day visit Cheon . It was large cosmopolitan metropolis. this Open mindset of the chital empire is what allowed them become so powerful. By evening Rick was done with his work and went inside for supper. He carefully avoided eye contact with his uncle and took his bowl of soup and bread and sat by the fireplace. After eating he went to roof of his shack where he slept everyday and gazed at the brilliance of the stars. He always wanted to be an astronomer but a boy his size was better suited being a warrior. In the morning he was awoken by a commotion downstairs. As he descended the stairs he saw his uncle surrounded by tendrils of black, his eyes had a eerie red glow and his flesh began to melt. Before he could say anything his landlord lunged at him. Rick easily dodged him but his uncle was unnaturally fast and strong as he whirled around and grabbed Rick by the throat and lifted him slamming against the wall. Uncle...please stop.... Rick weakly said but he could feel his throat being squeezed. He found a dagger nearby which he hadn't seen before in the table by his side. He grabbed it and plunged into his uncle's eye socket. The purple stone in the dagger glowed and his uncle burst into shadows leaving nothing behind. Rick still reeling from shock muttered ' What just happened and what is this dagger i have never seen?' With his uncle now dead, Rick had nothing left and decided to go to cheon. He packed some sandwiches and some fresh water in his canteen and started his journey.