As the shadows moved out of sight, daylight slowly came over the red planet known as Iroko. Sun was one precious thing that everyone on the planet seemed to love, always wanting to bask in the sun as it stood high in the sky above the planet. Its red color showing true when the sun came over it and shined, a star worthy of excellence.

This was the former home of the king and the Queen, a very proud place for some, a very great place to live in the old days, the days when the King, the Queen, and their son ruled over the planet in peace and harmony. A place that used to be such a great place for everyone to visit, was now just a normal city to most. Not something of importance and not something of a great existance that it needed to be visited to.

A figure slowly removed itself from the darkness and into the light. He bore a black cloak, black robes, and a black sheath on his back. His eyes and hair hidden from view, so that no one could see him. He was hidden from everyone, even the most keen eye could not see his face in the darkness that loomed over his face.

Slowly the figure walked accross the top of a few buildings, watching over the town square as a few kids ran and played about in the middle of it all. Men traded goods back and forth, potters working hard to make a living. Everyone around here seemed to work hard to try and make a living.

No one seemed to see him as he stood there, his eyes looking accross the city as he saw a fight start to break out. Not the best of things to see, and not something anyone else could see. He had no choice but to stop it.

His body seemed to be carried accross the tops of buildings as he rushed and jumped from one to another. His feet making no noise even as they hit the light buildings and touched them gently. A rock building even had no noise as he wore not boots but somewhat of a light cloth.

One man pulled a sword on the other and stabbed straight through his chest before he turned to stab more men that were standing there. Before the second stab could hit the second man, a sword came down from above and knocked it down to the gorund. The handle of the sword came up and smacked the man in the gut, sneding him into a bowing position. The man's other arm came down fiercly for his neck, it was his elbow that connected with the back of his head and sent his face into the dirt. Then the sheath for the sword came down and hit the man in the head again, knocking him unconscious.

"There shall be no killing here." The man utterred, before he disappeared again. No one saw him come, and no one saw him leave. Just the way he wanted it.