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Hey, I'm PhoenixWrath. But call me Phoenix. I'm not really gonna be doing journal stuff, but writing books instead. So my first story I'm gonna write is about one of my original characters. Xyry. If you've read some of the RP posts that he was in, that will give you some info on him. But right now, im going to do a story of who he was before he possessed Dark powers.

Xyry woke up. It was about time for him to get back on the road. The life of a mercenary means that people want him dead. But he doesn't care. All the blood on his hands was for some gold pieces. So he can eat all the food he wants. Drink all the drinks he wants. Nobody could stop him. Unless if there was an army... He pushed the thought out and packed up his stuff. It wasn't much. Just a sword and and a crossbow.

Once he was out of the town, he put the cloak hood over his head. Xyry looked over his shoulder to find someone trailing him. He didn't show that he knew. He just kept walking, finding an isolated place to get rid of his stalker

Finally alone, he turned to his pursuer. "Not really smart for tailing me. Could kill you right now, but I want to know who wants me dead."
The man didn't look like anyone special. Probably just a farmer. "I need help."
"I don't do charity work. And my work gets bloody." Xyry said.
The farmer searched through his pockets and came up with a small bag. He handed it to Xyry. "That's all I have."
Xyry opened it up to find some gold. And not just that, some of these gold coins were rare. He could get a lot from this small bag. "What's the job?"
"There's a pack of demons, goblins to be exact. They have been snooping around my farm. I feel like tonight they might attack." The farmer answered.
Xyry brought out his sword. "Consider the job done."

Later that night... Xyry was standing in the crop field, looking this way and that for any goblins. That's when he heard it. A hundred small footsteps scurrying around.
He instantly ran forward and slammed the nearest goblin. He then brought out his crossbow and shot another. Xyry dropped down and swept the legs out from underneath a third one, slicing up with his sword. He kept wiping them out one at a time, but one goblin was lucky and cut him. It didn't get that victory long enough. It found a crossbow bolt in its head as it fell down.
In about ten minutes, Xyry finished the rest of the goblins.
The farmer ran out to thank him.
He grabbed the farmer up by the scruff of his neck. "Next time, tell me how much of those buggers there are. I could have died!"
"I'm sorry!" The farmer yelped.
"Sorry doesn't cut it." Xyry threw the farmer down on the ground and walked to the next little town.