Keinhard Filver walked briskly down the alleyway, his black waiter's uniform a stark contrast to the gleaming silver briefcase in his hand. The briefcase was his lifeline, containing the one thing that could keep him alive: an electro gun.
The gun, a sleek and deadly device, was Keinhard's only hope for survival. With its advanced solar charging system, it could be fully charged in just one minute of sunlight, providing 48 hours of continuous operation. It was a powerful tool, one that Keinhard had grown accustomed to relying on.
But Keinhard's life was far from stable. As a fugitive, he was constantly on the run from the authorities. The police were hot on his heels, and Keinhard knew it was only a matter of time before they caught up with him.
As he turned a corner, Keinhard spotted a group of police officers closing in on him. Panic set in, and he quickened his pace, the briefcase clutched tightly in his hand.
In desperation, Keinhard scanned his surroundings, searching for an escape route. That's when he saw it - a shimmering portal where the alleyway dead-ended. Without hesitation, Keinhard sprinted towards the portal, leaping through its swirling vortex without a second thought.
As he emerged on the other side, Keinhard stumbled, disoriented. He found himself standing on a rickety bridge, overlooking a bustling medieval city. The wooden slats creaked beneath his feet as he gazed out at the unfamiliar surroundings.
As he made his way down from the bridge, Keinhard's eyes widened in wonder. Before him lay a city complete with towering castles, armored knights, and robed magicians. People of all shapes and sizes hurried about, going about their daily business.
But Keinhard's fascination was short-lived, as a group of four burly men approached him. They were clearly the city's resident bullies, and they eyed Keinhard with a mixture of curiosity and hostility.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" one of the men sneered, cracking his knuckles. "A little waiter boy, all alone and vulnerable."
The men closed in, their intentions clear. But Keinhard was not one to back down from a fight. With a swift motion, he dropped his briefcase and assumed a fighting stance.
The bullies laughed, but their amusement was short-lived. Keinhard unleashed a flurry of precise kicks and punches, taking down the men with ease. His martial arts training had clearly paid off.
Just as the last bully fell to the ground, a figure emerged from the crowd. He was a tall, imposing man with piercing blue eyes and jet-black hair. He wore a regal cape, and his very presence commanded respect.
The man's eyes narrowed as he took in the scene before him. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice firm but intrigued.
Keinhard stood tall, despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. "I'm Keinhard Filver."
The man's eyes flickered with recognition, and he thought to himself, "Is this the Keinhard Filver that Richard Filver was talking about?"
But aloud, he simply smiled and said, "Of course, Keinhard. Would you like to be my friend?"
Keinhard's face lit up with a hopeful smile. "Really?"
The man nodded, and Keinhard's heart swelled with gratitude. He had found a friend in this strange new world, and he knew that his adventures were only just beginning.
CHAPTER 2 - "THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER"
Keinhard's eyes widened in wonder as the stranger smiled and offered him his hand. "I'm Rayden," the man said, his voice firm but friendly.
Keinhard took Rayden's hand, feeling a surge of gratitude towards this mysterious stranger who had appeared out of nowhere. "Thanks for asking me to be your friend," Keinhard said, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.
Rayden chuckled. "I'm always happy to meet new people, especially those with impressive fighting skills." He nodded towards the four bullies, who were still groaning on the ground.
Keinhard blushed, feeling a sense of pride. "Thanks. I've been training for a while now."
Rayden's eyes narrowed. "I can see that. You're quite skilled. But tell me, Keinhard, what brings you to this world?"
Keinhard hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But there was something about Rayden that put him at ease. "I'm not really sure," Keinhard admitted. "I was running from the police, and then I saw this portal...and here I am."
Rayden's expression turned serious. "I see. Well, Keinhard, you're safe now. You're under my protection."
Keinhard felt a surge of gratitude towards Rayden. "Thanks, Rayden. That means a lot to me."
As they walked through the city, Rayden pointed out various landmarks and introduced Keinhard to some of the locals. Keinhard was amazed at how easily Rayden seemed to navigate the complex social hierarchy of the city.
But as the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the city, Rayden's expression turned serious once again. "Keinhard, I need to ask you something," he said, his voice low and urgent.
"What is it?" Keinhard asked, feeling a sense of trepidation.
Rayden's eyes locked onto Keinhard's. "Do you know anything about the Prophecy of the Chosen One?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Keinhard's eyes widened in confusion. "No, what's that?" he asked, feeling a sense of unease.
Rayden's expression turned grim. "It's a prophecy that speaks of a chosen one, a person who will determine the fate of this world." He paused, his eyes glinting with intensity. "And I think you might be that chosen one, Keinhard."
Keinhard's eyes widened in shock as Rayden's words hung in the air. And then, just as Keinhard was about to respond, a loud explosion rocked the ground beneath their feet.
Keinhard stumbled, losing his balance. As he looked up, he saw a figure emerging from the smoke. It was a woman with long, flowing hair and piercing black eyes. She was dressed in a long black dress, and she radiated an aura of power and authority.
"Rayden," she said, her voice like ice. "I see you've found the chosen one."
Rayden's expression turned cold. "Aredimona," he spat. "What are you doing here?"