More and more shadowsworn appeared, brandishing their weapons and hacking and stabbing at the unfortunate villagers who were taken by complete surprise. There were curses and shouts as the villagers rolled off their sleeping benches and scrabbled for escape or find tools for self defense. But they were at too much of a disadvantage. Most of them were killed in their sleep or unarmed.

His teacher urged him to leave amid the shrieks and clamour of the massacre. He obeyed and fought his way to the backdoor just in time to see a huntsman runned his mother through so powerfully that the arrow head emerged a head's breadth out of her back. Sadness, rage and fury all swept through Davis at once. Suddenly, he felt something, saw it, though he knew it was not there to see. It was white like sunlight seen through the purest cloud with a slight blueish hue. Heavier than steel, lighter than air: something distant beyond knowing, something within grasp of his hand.

There was a blinding flash of light which enveloped him, coming from the heights of haven. Unable to contain the power anymore, Davis unleashed it and no trace of his enemies were left. His vision began to blur and barely conscious of what he had just done, Davis fainted.

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A man stood in front of the fire place... Dressed in dark clothes of a fine cut, he seemed in the prime of his maturity and Davis supposed women would have found him good looking. “Once more we meet face-to-face, Lothario” the man said and just for an instant, his eyes became openings into endless caverns of flames. At that instance, Davis knew the person before him was the root of all the chaos caused in his village. “I don't care what are you talking about, just tell me why! Why did you do it? Why?” demanded Davis.

“Why?” chuckled the man as flames occasionally leap out from his eyes, “you must have forgotten... Oh well, it doesn't matter, does it? Surrender. Surrender to me... Who serves me wields destiny. Serve me, and begin a new life. If you please me, I can even give back what was taken away from you.”

At the mentioning of his beloved ones, images of them flashed across his head and suddenly, all his fear, sadness, rage and lethargy had left him and was replaced by a calmness that was as eery as the black clad figure before him.

"You know what? All of your talking is starting to piss me off... How about you serving me instead?"

“Watch your tongue, you fool, don't make me rip out that precious voice box of yours! I'm coming to get you!”

And Davis felt his head was about to explode along with the fury of the stranger.

Darkness... then Davis was awake, amid the mess of the village and he wandered aimlessly away, fearing that if he stayed any longer, he will further endanger the village.