It was the 17th century. There was a normal camp near a village ran by a concil of five. There lived a young boy, Nathen, early 20s lean and black hair. He had hazel eyes and a bright smile. Everyone in the camp loved Nathen for his generosity and personality. Nathen was a part of the camp council. There were five people on the council, the head Jackal, the head's assistant Kalin, the head of security Roman, the supply specialist Nathen, and the bookkeeper Sebastien. They all have their important roles in the camp since Nathen was the supply specialist; he would have to typically leave camp to go collect supplies. Minus the council there were 20 other people in the group. Roman, the head of security, was Nathen best friend; they shared a tent together in the camp. It was a dark red tent, big enough for three people, but only Nathen and Roman lived in the tent. Inside, there were two beds, a small desk for writing letters, and a small area for their clothes and weapons. Nathen had to leave camp a couple of days every other week to gather supplies for the camp as it was his duty to keep the camp stocked up with supplies.

He had a horse named midnight; it was a black horse with blue eyes. Midnight's stall was right beside Nathen and Roman tent. On Tuesday morning, Nathen walked out of his tent as the winter air brushed his face. Nathen walked to the camp hall for breakfast to prepare for his journey for supplies. "Good morning. I'll have some eggs and bacon to go, please, " nathen said to the chief. The chief smile then nodded , cooked the meal, and put it in a bag for nathen. "Safe travels Nathen," said the chief, and with that, Nathen walked over to the stall to get midnight so he could go get the supplies. All was normal on his way to the town; there was a cool breeze, and the sky was as blue as could be.  The trip took one day to get the town, and one day back to camp. He arrived at the town with the council portion of gold with him and some of his own.

While he was out getting the supplies, he planned to get him a new weapon for himself as his old weapon on the verge of breaking. Nathen went to the port where he typically went to grab the usual set of foods and water loaded onto his trailer, then grabbed the list of items that the people in the camp had requested and gathered all of the stuff on the list. After he got done at the port, he rode his horse to the local weapon shop; inside, there were a bunch of different types of swords and some bows, Nathen looked around and caught his eye on one sword it was a black katana with a stainless steel blade, the katana had a black sleath with a brown strap meant to be worn on your back. Nathen picked it up from the self. "This is the one," he thought to himself. He paid for it and walked out of the store with the katana strapped to his back. he smiled and rode down to the hotel to sleep through the night. The next morning, he got up and headed back to his camp.