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His name was Aronar, and he bolted as soon as it appeared. He probably shouldn't have done that.

But... that thing, that monstrosity. What was it doing there? Surely it wasn't there for the same reason as him. Aronar was only there because of the diamonds! He had spoken to the villagers of the Cavern of the Lost, and the treasures it held. They seemed like they'd been keeping something to themselves, and now he knew. Fair enough, they had warned him about the Lost, and it was rather obvious from the name, but they'd made it seem like a fairy tale. Those idiots. They'd better be prepared for when he came back.

He shook the thoughts away. He had to escape. He didn't want that beast to catch him. It's primitive mind would think to eat him, or worse, torture him first. Such things were common among those disgusting creatures in the caves. Aronar started to run out of breath and was sure he was going to die when he saw daylight. He was so exhausted, but he had to keep running. He checked behind him and saw the thing standing there, a disgusted look on its face. It slid back into the mine terrifyingly fast.

Aronar walked forward, climbing three large hills with beautiful green grass, occasionally stopping to slide his sword into a pig's back, or crush a sheep's skull, killing animals in increasingly gruesome ways, just for the rush he got from it. He had to get ready for what he would do when he got back to that confounded village. His mind began to think of different possibilities for the village, since he knew what they were up to know. They wanted to kill him! They had deliberately not told him about the Lost so that he would die! Those rotten villagers would get what they deserved.

He saw the village and sat down, opening his bag. He shuffled around for what he needed for a few seconds before wrapping his hands around his instrument of destruction, his beloved flint and steel. He had caught his breath by now and sprinted down the last hill, laughing maniacally. He began with the first house, trapping the woman inside. She screamed for a bit... Then stopped. He smiled. The fire had spread now, across the houses. Most were alerted of the danger, and got out. Aronar shook his head smugly and unsheathed his iron sword. He walked into the village, powerful. Three villagers approached him with poorly made wooden swords. Aronar didn't expect them to have this much courage and he was taken by surprise. Only for a moment. He swung his sword in a C formation, beheading two of them. He knocked down the third, who stared up in terror. Aronar's heart jolted a bit inside him, feeling a bit sorry for this man... Then he did not care about this man. He placed his foot upon the man's chest and smiled as he thrust the sword into his throat.

By then, some of the villagers had gotten the message. They began to run, but Aronar didn't allow them to escape. He pulled out his bow and put in an arrow... One down. Another arrow... Two down. One more... Three down. He enjoyed this. His keen eyes spotted a group of children accompanied by their parents running away. Aronar shook his head and chuckled. He fired an arrow directly for a small boy's head. He cursed as a parent pulled the child out of the way and the arrow landed itself in the ground. He was out of arrows, and was dissatisfied... Until he actually looked around him. The last house had burned. Ash lay around, and corpses were scattered across the charred remains of the village. He laughed, then laughed louder. They had gotten what they deserved for trying to pull one over on Aronar. Nobody crosses Aronar.

We knew this man was bad... But this was more than we could handle. He'd just single-handedly destroyed a village and murdered innocent men, women, and children. This was worse than we thought. This man definitely would lead to our destruction. No... He was arrogant. He was not as smart as he though. We watched him destroy the village. If he was smart, he would have checked for us. Instead he assumed we were gone. If we had to face in a battle of wits, we would surely win. A battle of strength, we'd most likely win in that also, but there were the possibilities. We had to destroy this man, but we needed to know how.