Perhaps a Shadow

== Prologue ==
A crashing sound emanated through the forest, though there was no one to hear it. A tree fell, its trunk smashing through green foliage, but no one could see it. A shadow flickered..or was it a Shadow's shadow? Uncertain. A cloaked figure seemed to morph out of the shadow, but the shadow remained fixed. It rested upon the trunk of the tree, and as the cloaked figure looked about, he frowned. The cloak itself was black, but his hand, barely visible under it, was a strange sickly purple, as though infected with some ailment. But it did not seem like it would be changed. It seemed fixed. The cloaked figure's lips were barely visible under his hood, curved in a frown. "So...this is the next one?" He sighed. "I rather liked it." A shrug, and the hood went down, revealing short dark brown or black hair, dark skin, and a troubled face. Lines showed great age, and a furrowed brow showed a sense of restlessness. He wore elvish ranger garb, a simple tan shirt with a dark grey vest held together by leather cord. "Now what?" 
A crack of a stick, and his face swerved to the left, as he drew a longbow from the shadow. "Back off." He commanded the approaching orc. It charged in rage, and was impaled by an arrow which soared from the bow without sound. Sighing yet again, the man faded back into the shadow...and was gone.
=== Chapter 1: After the War ===
The light of dawn over Orlan illuminated in the eastern balcony a lone figure.  After a decade in the dungeons Killian Talmid had formed an appreciation for sunlight that he gladly watched rise now.  Over nearly a hundred million miles did the rays of Militiregnum's star travel through space to warm and illuminate the planet.
He would see the star up close, Killian figured, out a porthole on a rocket in his return trip to Nimbus Station, if his sense of stellar geography were accurate.
The rocket that awaited him sat in the fields south of Orlan's village limits.  Killian could see it by turning to his right and looking down over the balcony's edge, past the castle's portcullis, past ten acres of cornfields.  NSS One Ring was his brother's ship, once upon a time.  Now it was his nephew's, the son of that same brother.
Kilian closed his eyes and stretched.  One Ring had come to take him from Militiregnum.  Today was his day for departure from the planet and from his friends.  So it was also the day to say goodbye to those friends.  He could not name nearly everyone who had joined him on his mission that began fifteen years ago, to save a world from a devious threat he had sorely underestimated at the time.  The war had taken fifteen years of his life, nary much considering it had taken from others, with inapt simplicity, just their lives.
And of those who like he survived, many were present in Orlan with him, and Killian Talmid returned to the chamber that adjoined the balcony, a bedchamber that was his and one of many in the castle's upper floors, to dress into a more appropriate going-out attire than his sleeping robe.  Killian went to his closet, and proceeded to walk past it to a pile of garments consisting of equipment and clothes that either lay on the floor, were draped over a propped up suitcase, or were both draped over the suitcase and lying on the floor due to their length and unfoldedness.
Killian replcaed his robe with pants and a traveler's tunic adorned with a Morcian messenger vest, courtesy of the castle service staff only recently reemployed.  The vest was dark green with red and gold thread embroidery and many pockets.  While the rest of his clothes were laundered he had been gifted the vest, and it fit him well, at times a bit snugly now that he could eat well.
The last item Killian saw fit to attach was a shortsword in its scabbard that hung from his right hip.
To walk unarmed was not in Killian's practice, even now that the war was over... at least, mostly so.
Now dressed properly, Killian took his otherwise fully packed suitcase out from his bedchamber to undertake the ardous task of taking it down the castle's hardwood steps to the first level, where he left it in view of the castle guard before he exited the castle to begin his quest of goodbyes...
But he was interrupted by a dark green cloaked man's arm once he was barely three meters into the street. "Hello Talmid." A voice solemnly stated. "We need to talk." Sir Talmid did recognize the voice, so he did not draw his sword, and the urgency denoted by the words.
"Alright, James." he said in a low voice, and pulled James into a random empty hovel doorway. "What is it?"
James sighed, and tilted his head. "I just wanted to say sorry." His disposition was morose, his figure that of a defeated man.
Killian tried to see under the cloak's hood.  Only James's jaw was visible, pointing at the ground.  "What for?" he asked.
"Well...this world is going to be erased. You're going to do all of it again, without knowing it's happened. For all I know, you might lose." He shrugged. "I suppose, such is life."
He stated them so calmly, words that would perturb any other, and made him seem distant.  But Killian knew him, and what he meant.  James Walters was a man with strength, not just physical, but in his character, and he knew secrets. Killian stared at where he presumed James's eyes to be.  "Tell me everything."
"Well..." James flipped off his hood, revealing a large gash on his cheek, with some blood still red, the same color that ringed his eyes. "I made a mistake or two." He continued nonchalantly "Timelines are fluid, but also very sensitive. Meaning they're easy to screw up."
Killian inspected James's wounds, but he knew better than to advise on them.  "What does that mean in laymen's terms?"
"It means when trying to stop a nasty...erm..associate of mine from changing them, I accidentally helped him." He began to weep, looking Talmid in the eyes. "I'm so sorry."
Before Talmid could say a word, everything...disappeared. The world faded, and he was back in his prison cell. The words he had been about to say faded on his tongue, and he stopped. Whatever he had been doing, he couldn't remember. Then he heard a nasty voice.
“good nues talmid,” said thedude. “u finally getting a real cellmate"
Talmid was silent. Silent like he had been for the past fifteen years. He wasn’t even sure he remembered what talking felt like.
“he mite evin be good four conversashon haha,” thedude chuckled at his own joke.
Talmid was expressionless.
“bring in teh prisoner!” thedude ordered.
Two Dark Mythrans came in through the door with a slumped minifigure between them. He was moaning quietly and Talmid could tell he had been beaten brutally.
“im shure u too have alot too cach up on,” said thedude, “so ill leev u too frends alone.”
The light that was pouring in from outside the cell had blinded Talmid so he couldn’t tell who the new prisoner was. He didn’t care either. Frankly, after fifteen years of captivity, he was past caring about anything.
thedude exited the cell and the door slid shut. There was silence for about fifteen seconds.
“So when do they feed us?” asked the other minifigure. His voice was husky. He must have been hit in the throat.
Talmid didn’t answer.
“Not very friendly today?”
Talmid didn’t answer.
“Nothing, Talmid?” he was persistent. “Not even for an old friend?”
Talmid looked over towards him and was shocked to the point of a gasp.
“It’s me!” Thingguy’s voice was less husky now. “Don’t you recognize me?”
Talmid tried to say ‘Thingguy? Is it really you?’ But it had been so long since he had said anything that his voice box didn’t really work anymore. Instead it came out as a garbled whisper. What seemed strange was that he could have sworn he just said SOMETHING.
=== Chapter 2: Take 2 ===
The cloaked figure appeared in the same manner, in the same grove. This time, the tree did not fall however. The forest remained silent. No orc. No chaos. Just...silence. He allowed himself a small smile at this sight. Things seemed to be in order, his work here was done. Admittedly, a few 'messes', as some would call temporal issues, had to be cleaned up, but other than that...he'd done good.
"Hello, Arthur." A voice cut through the man's thoughts, and he turned to see a paler man, dressed in a purple shirt and dark black suit. "How's your work going?"
"Pretty well, James. I fixed most of your idiotic messes." Arthur smiled wryly, his dark aura temporarily gone. But the smile shriveled and died. "Now...go back to your work, I'll get back to mine, and neither of us bothers each other. Agreed?" 
"Well, missed you too mate.." James muttered with sarcasm, before walking off into the forest, the sweeping of leaves under his feet making his path known as he went. 
Arthur's face darkened yet again, as he looked about to make sure no one was near, before dropping a small orb of metal. It flew up into the air, and projected a large holographic display, before sparking, blowing apart, and falling to the ground as the display died. "Blasted curse!" He cried in rage.Then he composed himself, and took a deep breath. "I suppose that I'll have to stay a bit longer anyways." 
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