The screams of the people passed through the ears of poor young Monroe as he ran through the streets, his staff in his hand. The creatures were coming in for a strong assault, and he had no plans to let them through. He saw a small group of children, backing away from the creatures. "Move!" He yelled, and the children scurried left and right, as Monroe lifted his staff and a bright red orb of flame appeared on top of his staff. "Fire!" He shouted as he sent the orb towards the creatures, the flames impaling the group and doing damage all around. He could feel his mana pool almost not be drained at all due to his regeneration after destroying the beasts. He looked back, noticing the children fleeing. He couldn't follow them, there was somebody farther up the street he had to find first.
Monroe's little legs moved as fast as they could, until he turned his head left, noticing a broken down door. His eyes widened in surprise, as he turned and instantly ran in, staff still in hand. "Ramona? Mr. Ridges? Ms. Ridges?! Where are you, kupopo?!" He called out, in a panic. He could hear screams from the back room, and ran through the rooms, following the foul scent of the beasts, until he reached the room of the the Ridges' daughter, Ramona. Her parents were nowhere to be found... All he managed to see was the hearts of those his friend loved had been taken away. He gripped his staff, tossing a Thunder spell at the beast left to prey on Ramona Ridges, the 14 year old daughter of Mr. and Ms. Ridges, who was blind, yet seemed to know what was in front of her by the scared expression on her face. She cringed, as the spell defeated the beast, making it fade. She blinked, as she heard those sensitive little footsteps. "M-Monroe...? Where did... W-Where did they go?" She asked, as Monroe frowned, shaking his head.
"Kupo! We've got to go, this isn't a very kupo time to be talking!" Monroe said, helping the girl to her feet. He kept a grip on her hand, though she was taller than he was. Ramona had no choice but to follow, a frown on her face as the two rushed out of the building, and Monroe stopped, letting go of her and turning, looking into her sightless eyes. "We'll be okay, alright? Listen to me, kupo! Big brother Monroe is here to keep you safe!" He said bravely, not noticing a shadow creeping up behind him. Ramona's eyes widened, the darkness visible to her clearly, as if it was shouting out it's location.
'Now is your time, Ramona...'
'What...?' Ramona thought quietly, though the shadow was still approaching, and planned to slash Monroe's back. Ramona pushed Monroe out of the way, sending him to the ground as she got him out of the way of the attack, only to put herself in harms way. Monroe reached out an arm to try and grab her, but the shadow was already slashing at her. Ramona put up her arms, and was prepared to be ended. Though... She never died. She looked forwards, something in her hand. She was gripping the handle of some sort of sword, it seemed. And it made the shadow retreat. She narrowed her eyes, gripping the strange blade with both hands and lunging forwards at the only thing visible; the darkness. The blade dug into the shadow, making it screech before being destroyed, a heart flying off into the sky. She stared blindly at the weapon in her hand. The blade... It seemed to emit a sort of light. One that was visible to Ramona's heart, though it wasn't bright enough for her sight to ever detect. Monroe slowly stood up, and stared at his friend in awe. "Where'd you get a kupo weapon like that?!" He asked, and she shook her head slowly in response. Monroe nodded, as she held the blade with one hand, Monroe grabbed the other and started running, Ramona being only barely able to keep up. "We have to get you to safety, kupo!"
"No..." Ramona whispered, before speaking up a little. "I think I can fight... A little. You have healing magic in case I get hurt." She tried to reason with him, but Monroe was having none of it. "I won't put my little sister in danger! Don't you think other-wise!" He yelled, as he continued heading towards the nearest shelter. She wanted to fight, she felt she could. The blade she held... It's light seemed able to perish the darkest of darknesses. But she wouldn't be able to put it to good use, at least, for the moment...