The gwork held nothing back, its demon-like mandibles inched toward Judith’s jungular vein. Lucas looked up, and waved the sword in front of the beast’s face. The gwork turned, and lunged at Lucas, only to meet the pointed, determined edge of a sword. But, reader, the sword was not that of Lucas. It was the sword of Lissom.

Lissom is the Good Soldier of Phynia. It is said that he died while battling for the western territories. Because of his good heart, he was given a second chance at life. He protects the helpless that happen to be traveling throught the fields and forests.

“Oh, thank you!” Judith sighed. Lucas grumbled thanks. “But, who are you?” She asked.
“I am Lissom. The Good Soldier.” He stood solemnly.