The fiery and orange star that was the sun seemed about to expire as it touched-down at the far horizon. It was another beautiful sunset, the sky filled with all sorts of different colors. Light blue, purple, orange, and pink. White, wispy clouds moved across their domain lazily as a light breeze blew across the land, stirring the leaves upon trees and the green grass moved like the sea. A lone leaf sauntered vaguely downwards, in a random position. Yet it happened to land in the palm of a young man who smiled slightly before letting the leaf fall to the ground. Was it magic? Nope. It was luck. Unfortunately, the man had more bad luck then good. The man looked at the setting sun and nodded slightly to himself. It was the start of night.
Saeilith Eideun walked slowly along, going to his manor, but taking every type of detour he could, he loved to just walk about to streets of Ketra. Sael doubted he would meet trouble as night approached, but he was careful, for he had bad luck of meeting trouble even in broad daylight. It was just his luck; he had never had too much good luck. He continued along, trying not to look at any dangerous looking men or women, considering he was probably one of the dangerous ones too. He noted that two men followed a woman into an alleyway. Seailith sighed and followed them. He reached the alleyway in time to see them playing with the young woman. He sighed again, his mind set on helping her.
"You guys are seriously weak and stupid to go for her." Saeilith said, trying not to look uncomfortable standing there, trying to act like a hero. One of the men thought he was trying to act like a hero. "Who do you think you are? There are two of us and only one of you!"
Both of them rushed at Sael, but neither got more then a dozen steps toward him, both were dead before their faces could even register shock to the daggers that now protruded from their chests. Saeilith sighed again, as the woman thanked him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before running off. He leaned against the alley wall and put his hand to his face and rubbed it. Then he retrieved his daggers and returned them to their home by his ankles.
"What a day . . ." Sael muttered, and walked into the darkness of the alley, a shortcut to his home, seriously hoping not to meet more trouble.