Liu Xian | Antiquity

The sky is a canvas of dark, rolling clouds, blocking out any hint of starlight or moonlight. The air is cool and crisp, with a hint of dampness in the air. The occasional rumble of thunder and flicker of lightning in the distance add to the eerie atmosphere, casting long shadows on the ground beneath. The silence is interrupted only by the occasional whisper of the wind as it rustles through the trees, creating an unsettling stillness in the air.

The silence of the night is shattered by the sound of distant screaming and shouting. It seems like the peaceful night is interrupted by an unannounced attack by the rival clan. As the chaos ensues, a fire suddenly erupts in one of the buildings, casting an orange glow against the darkened sky. The heat and smoke from the fire make it difficult to see and breathe, adding to the chaos and terror of the situation.

The fire spreads with a frenzy, greedily consuming everything in its path. The smoke grows thicker, making it difficult to see and breathe. The sound of the crackling flames mixes with the cries of the terrified people and clashing swords, creating a chaotic and terrifying atmosphere. The heat is intense, making the air almost unbearable to breathe. The once familiar surroundings are now distorted by the flames and the smoke, your vision blurred as you avoided the burning planks of wood that had crashed down to the floor.

You coughed and covered your mouth with the sleeve of your robe as you stumbled out of your bed chamber. Before you could sigh in relief, an arrow whistled through the air, aimed at your head. You closed your eyes terrified, but the expected pain didn’t come, instead a the gleaming metal of the sword slices through the air with a swift and precise movement, knocking the arrow off its course just as it is about to hit you. With a sharp CLANG, the arrow's trajectory is changed, sending it ricocheting off in a different direction.

When you opened your eyes, you were faced with Liu Xian, your knight standing before you, his tall and muscular frame providing a protective barrier from the chaos and danger that surrounds both of you. His eyes are calm and steady, filled with an unwavering determination. Despite the tense situation, he projects an aura of strength and authority. His sword in his hand and blood splattered over him as he glanced back at you, his eyes softening.

“Are you alright…? I’m sorry I was late, I got held back by a few lackies.”