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Julianne stayed pressed up against the wall, remaining as flat as she could against it. She was in the shadows, so unless she made a noise, it was more than likely that the man did not know where she was. Her soft brown hair was tossed in front of her face several times as the fight went on, watching every move. It was when Julianne noticed that Voltain had been sent to the ground upon his back that she took a quick step forward so he would not have that dagger plunged into his skin. However, Voltain proved to be quicker when it came to speed like that. He had already taken care of being on the ground, and the man was calling him - Mikhail, he said his name was - a bastard.

The next thing she knew was he was saying she could stop hiding. He walked away, leaving the man known as Mikhail on the ground with his dark red blood flowing from his broken arm. She said nothing as she moved away and followed him, making sure to stay actually rather close incase someone else was around. Once they had reached the tavern, she steered him back up to the room she had put him in. The second the door was closed and locked, she pointed to the bed. "Lay down. If you have blood on you, clean it off first. Then lie down and don't move from the bed." Julianne went over to a small stand and opened a drawer. She pulled out a couple candles, lit them, and took a seat back in the chair. "You have some explaining to do, I believe. Perhaps it is best you start from the beginning?"

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Voltain was shocked slightly at the sudden commanding presence of Julianne. She had basically dragged him up the stairs and thrown him into the room, and now she was practically demanding to know about his past. Voltain finally coming to the conclusion that we couldn’t talk his way out of this situation sat down on the bed and took off his boots and rested his katana against the wall.

“I was born into the Rostov family, a family composed of soldiers in the Royal Army of Vollbow,” Voltain started out “My father died before I was born, he was killed in battle the fate most men in my family carry. My brother Sefirosu was already two years old, and my mother would soon be giving birth to me.”

The words pained Voltain as he spoke, he despised speaking of his past but he knew she had a right to know because of everything she has done for him so far.

“Two years later my mother died, I was only two years old and I already knew the pains of death. My mother just gave up one day,” Voltain said as he swung his legs around and placed lied down in the bed resting his head on the pillow “They say when a lovebird dies, its partner gives up living so it can join its mate. It was just like that. So my brother had to look after me but thankfully we were taken in by one of the maids of the king. Her name was Sophie, and she became my mentor and my mother since I hardly knew my own.”

Voltain closed his eyes and began remembering everything he could about her.

“She taught me everything I ever needed to know in life. She taught me that no matter what it is wrong to take a life, that everyone deserves a chance in life,” he said opening his eyes again and looked towards Julianne “My brother believes she is the reason why I am so ‘weak’, he kept up the warrior tradition of my family and became a highly skilled fighter. Then one day we were traveling with a caravan through the woods we fell into an ambush. I couldn’t do anything to save her but my brother could have and instead he let her die. I blame him for the death of Sophie.”

Voltain words were spoken with a strange sort of elegance, almost as if he had been preparing this whole story in hopes of telling it one day.

“So alone in the world once again, me and my brother fled Vollbow,” Voltain said as he scratched his head “He taught me everything he knew about fighting, he wanted me to become like him and for awhile I did. We had to steal to survive, I would usually cause a distraction and he would steal the food or the money or whatever we needed. Every town we would visit we would pick up the local orphan or riffraff and we started a small order called the Crimson Moons. It started out just as a small group of outcasts stealing in order to survive. I was thirteen when or organization was completed. Eleven members, we became each others family, and my brother was our fearless and sadistic leader.”

Voltain didn’t speak for awhile he just lay in the bed starring at his feet. He wasn’t sure if she was still awake, he didn’t even bother looking up he just continued with his story hoping she was still listening and awake.

“I was known in the group as Voltain the Saint, and my brother was known as Sefirosu the Savior. We all had names like that, the man who attacked us out there was Mikhail the Hard-Puncher, and I imagine you can come to a conclusion why he was called that. There were thirteen of us in all, and my life changed six years ago when I was fourteen. We had come across a small mountain town with only about two hundred people living in it. It was my job to scout around town and find out everything about the guard posts and the guard’s patrol and then to report back. I didn’t know though what my brother had in store for the town along with everyone else. The Crimson Moons brutally slaughtered everyone in that town, and I was the reason,” Voltain said as if his words were driving a blade deep into his heart “And suddenly I remembered everything Sophie taught me, I tried to avenge the town but my brother was to skilled and that’s when he struck me across the back.”

Once again Voltain just lay there on the bed silent for awhile looking around the room. The candles were beginning to burn down almost to the end he wasn’t sure how long he had been speaking but something seemed like it hadn’t been that long.

“For six years I hadn’t seen him or heard from him, all I had of him was his damn katana he gave me. It was also that day that I refused to ever take someone else’s life, it’s a way for me to keep Sophie’s honor with me,” Voltain said softly nearing the end “Julianne my life is a never-ending nightmare, and that is my story.”

Voltain was now just starring at the ceiling of the room waiting for Julianne to speak, if she was even still awake.

[I apologize for not posting for a few days. Had things to do.]

The only reason Julianne was being so commanding was because not only was she confused at what had just happened, she was shocked and even regretted going after him. She had not come in handy at all and of course had not needed her help in the first place. He should have stayed in bed where he was suppose to and rested, to allow the slash over his eye to heal before he did any fighting. Or whatever else it was he did on a regular basis.

Still, he began to talk about his history, the thing she had demanded on knowing. Julianne wanted to know what she had gotten herself involved with and wanted to know at that moment. She settled back in the chair, bringing her two legs up and allowing her arms to drape around them. Her head leaned against the soft cushioning of the piece of furniture, dark brown eyes drifting closed but remaining awake to listen. Basically his mother died, he was taken in by a woman and was taught a soft side by her. Yet at the same time, his brother taught him of a dark side, and when his brother allowed her to die, Voltain felt himself turning slightly. It finished when the group he was in slaughtered a town. Now he was trying to kill his brother, or so she thought. It was a logical assumption anyway.

When he finished speaking, she inhaled slowly and shifted against the cushions on the chair. Her eyes drifted open to look over, his form lying upon his back and staring at the ceiling. "So the man out there, Mikhail, was sent by your brother to finish you." Her right hand reached up and brushed over her face slowly, sighing with a heavy breath. So she had mixed herself up with a man who was wanted dead by at least thirteen, and now most likely more people. "So why is it he does not come and finish you himself so he knows the deed will be done? Is he afraid that you will beat him instead?"

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