Description
The shield is firm in his left hand, his right grasps a sword,
his gaze strikes fear in his enemy's heart.
There is no question about it, he is a warrior, he is a killer.
The flame of vengeance is still alight in his eyes.
After all those years, he couldn't forget.
The past still haunts him.
He remembers..
his sins.
The price he paid in blood.
He will never forget, he will never forgive...
Kennardion is a warrior who came from a distant land far North, beyond the sea of Storms.
With his life shattered and body weak, he was ambushed on the road by his enemies.
He bore the group's onslaught as well as he could, he had no chance to survive.
His enemies proved too strong for his broken body.
There is no running from his past now, he welcomed the end...
Their leader lifted his mace for striking … TWANG! one - two - three then the forth arrow
came striking from seemingly nowhere. With one swift motion a shadow appeared out of the woods.
The lone ranger used his bow skillfully, his moves like lightning, his arrows precise.
Strength got back into his legs and arms, Kennardion jumped to his feet, their combined strength
made fast work of the aggressors.
This all happened ages ago. He owed his life to him that day, now they are like brothers.
Torn and Kennardion set out onto a new adventure. They are going to DraongHeart. To have a place
they can call home, to have a family.
He wants to leave his past behind, put down the sword and pick up the hammer, to make a
safe haven for the people who accepted him.
From now on he leaves destruction behind and uses his hand to construct.
But how can he do that?
Can he ever forget?
Will he ever forgive?