It wasn't every day that<a class="link link--external" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_09-1_TXF3BQ/TJV3gueE0aI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rgF8EjakzwE/s1600/elf_ranger.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Kyre Crossblade</a>went through a bout of immense trouble. However, as the elven ranger soon realised, he was about to find out the true meaning of it.<br/><br/>He had been running for a while now, rushing past tree by tree as volleys of arrows flooded the air. Kyre hated,<i>hated</i>it when a deal that was going well ends up with arrows or swords drawn. Even as one unlucky fool tried to ambush him, resulting in Kyre's twin swords severing his arms and head, he was still majorly annoyed.<br/><br/>Depsite it being night, the ranger's eyes could adjust quickly, allowing him to see a cave in the distance. Seeing no other option, he picked up the pace, running full tilt towards the entrance. His pursuers were catching up, but he knew that was inevitable. The cave would give him protection from the archers, at least.<br/><br/>Rushing in, Kyre was moving to take cover behind a wall. Only, he forgot about the potential slickness of the rock, which is why he was surprised when he slipped and fell into the cave, tumbling and rolling until he finally hit a wall, stopping him dead. Growling in pain, Kyre sat up, rubbing his neck gently before gazing up at what he hit.<br/><br/>The wall was a shrine. Within the center was a single gem, seperated into two colors... and it had a magical light pouring from a sword slash, probably caused by his own blade, that was getting brighter and brighter.<br/><br/>"Oh shit..."