Gildart Kruz was the type of person who believed that good always defeated evil in battle. It must be true, his father told him so. His father was the best swordsmen in the town. He was known as the Silent Slayer. Rumors were that he killed a 100 of the enemies all by himself. He even got a medal for his remarkable achievement. The Silent Slayer’s real name was Bonds Kruz. 

     The village was very small. The church was revered by everybody in the town. It had an old bell that was as old as religion itself. It was in the center of the town. The town was withered and all the buildings in the town were buried under roots as if being hugged by nature. The houses were small as if hiding from it’s prey, and most of them were made of straw. Only the wealthy had houses built of stone. One man in particular, Gary Howl, was the wealthiest in the town. He believed in money more than a deity. That made him one of the most hated people in the town. He once was tutored by the Silent Slayer. Most of his money came from his corn business. That was the most common food in the village. Gary charged a lot for his corn and over time, his money accumulated higher than the church in the town.

     ”Call for backup, Ralph! Ask for Bonds!” cried Owen. I don’t want to leave you sir, you might need the help of an extra man.” “Ralph, if you don’t go, Then I swear I’ll kill you myself. Tell Bonds that we’re being attacked by the Viltons. They must have heard about our economic struggle.” “Ok sir” and Ralph ran faster than the wind.

     ” Ralph, run to the town and tell them to prepare the militia. I’ll go help Owen.” “But what if Owen is dead, I’ll never be able to forgive myself.” whispered Ralph. “I don’t have time for this just do as I say, and Gildarts, don’t leave the house. I lost your mother and I’m afraid that I might lose you too. Gildarts replied “Don’t worry dad, you know I can protect myself. Take care.

    “God will protect my dad, won’t he? His power is unmatched. If he wanted to, this world would stop beating, and the heart will seize to function. So why am I scared?” wondered Gildarts. ” It may be the zombie rumors. My dad said that he knows a guy who fought a werewolf, but he doesn’t believe anything drunks say.” Gildarts felt like he was being choked.  He needed oxygen. He was taught to fight as long as he could remember. The intense training, the vigorous hours learning to “be one with the sword.” Yielding a sword was like eating, a common task. If you didn’t know how to protect yourself, then who would? My dad can’t protect me all the time. With courage running through his course, Gildarts headed to the church to pray for victory. 

     Nobody else was in the church. Gildarts wondered why. Nobody else was going to pray? Did they suddenly lose faith? Out of nowhere the wind blew as if to warn him. A paper hit him in his face. Gildarts grabbed it and started reading. “Evacuate the town! The enemy has passed our defenses.” Suddenly it got brighter. Is God showing himself to me, Gildarts wondered. It got hotter than the worst day in summer. He was surrounded by fire! The heat was above him as if it was a blanket and Gildarts was taking a short nap. When Gildarts woke up, the church went to sleep.