Sometimes a man swears he would do anything for revenge.
His hate grows within his soul until he can pay the price for his wish to come true.

  In a land many worlds away there lived a man of the cloth. Pure in thought and action, his life was devoted to serving the people. His brother, cut of the same pattern as him was a wise and glorious ruler.
  Hand in hand the bothers guided the people, the King protecting their bodies and the Archdeacon their souls.
  A dark cloud passed over the land, and under cloak of night death struck the archdeacon. The smell of dark magic and green steel still clung to his body as his only daughter found his lifeless corpse. The girl, who's beauty was only rivaled by her kindness, fled to the capitol to tell her uncle of the terrible thing which had happened.
  Bitter cold stung her face as she stood aside the King on the day he proclaimed the death of her father. Never before had such harsh words come from the lips of the king. He swore that day to the people of the realm that a demon of a man was responsible for the death of his brother. With a wave of his royal scepter he declared that he would not rest until the killer had been hunted down and slain.
  The next night scalding winds whipped in from the north, and with them, a cloaked stranger arrived in the Capitol City. At the castle's gates the guards refused to admit him to see the king, however, as luck would have it the daughter of the archdeacon happened to be passing the gates on the other side, and demanded that the traveler be allowed in.
  As his face came up to see hers, she looked into his eyes. In that instant she saw more darkness then ten thousand winter nights and one star shining defiantly in the night. She knew this was not the man who slew her father, and was intrigued by him. She bid him to come walk with her, and he submitted to. Through the ramparts of the castle they walked that night, and talked of many things. The traveler was cryptic in response to questions, playing the verbal game of chess quite well.
  The next morning she found herself in her bed, without the stranger anywhere in sight.
  Later that day she and the king's daughter and their handmaidens went to the river to bath and play. The two girls talk of many things, not the least of which was the strange, handsome man with whom she had spent the previous evening.
  Upon returning to the castle, they had found a terrible thing had happened. The assassin had made an attempt on the king's life, only to be stopped by this same stranger, or so reports would indicate.
  The king was unharmed however dark lines of worry kept his face heavy.
  When the girl returned to her room, she found a note. "Call not on me." it read. Perplexed, she ignored it, and tried to find the stranger in the city, despite the hustle and bustle that the attempted assassination had caused.

Chapter the Second

  The King is not long for this world, and within a forthyear he dies of natural causes. He was never the same man after those events however, it was as if darkness had cast it's self over his conscious. In his final weeks he prayed almost constantly. It seems, however, that it did little to relieve his guilty soul.
  Many years pass, in which the girl never discovers what sin he was trying to atone for. She does however learn that her strange visitor could not be from her own world. A sage told her that his penmanship reminded him of that of a scribe from Sigil, "a city on the other side of the moon". She spend the next year finding a mage who could take her there, to find this stranger. All the girl could think of was helping pain she had felt inside of him. She wished to cast aside his darkened essence and let the single star become a bright sun.
  When finally she did arrive in the city of doors, her search became no easier.
  With some luck, she came across a curious sage who had blue skin and was as tall as a house. After looking at her note, he recognized the penmanship to be that of the wanderer, Johnny D. It seems that this sage's man at arms, Khromm, was the sworn foe of Johnny. The sage warned the girl to avoid men of his caliber. The sage's warning did little, if anything, to discourage the girl from her quest. It only served to prove to her what a dangerous and powerful man he must be, and this only drove her into a frenzy to find him.

Chapter The Third

Veriteh, Yevin the Bastard, Windtoucher, The Black Swordsman Nu Gui, 3 ways like the mother's moon and sometimes, by bitter mercenaries and other hardened men he was known as Johnny D.

  She has a number of adventures at this point, but never did she loose sight of her all consuming goal. Over time she eventually learns of Johnny's station. He is a servant of the shadows. He was a proxy to the Queen of Vengeance.
  The next time they crossed paths it was not on such pleasant terms.
  She was staying in Bedlam with plans the next day to interview someone who had supposedly had their sanity ripped away after encountering a man who fit the description of the Windtoucher.
  That night, she woke up the wind on her face. Her window was open. Starting to become chilled she sat up closed it, and turned around to get back into bed. There was a man, in a huge black hat and black cloak sitting at the table in her room, looking at the floor so that his hat covered his face. "Impressive", his cold, emotionless voice exclaimed. It was a difference voice then before. A voice made hollow from the echo of too many pleas for mercy gone unanswered. Erie, more than even the screaming winds of Bedlam. It was as if the very heart of the man had been plucked from his body.
  The terror of finally finding him petrified her as if she were a statue. "Knowledge has a price" he declared and she knew what was coming next. The gnawing fear in her stomach told her that she was not going to walk out of this room alive.
  He looked up at her, and once again looked her dead in the eyes. The face had changed, however, with deep scars in his face. At first it looked as if they were just scars, but then she realized that the shadows around the sides of his face didn't stop at the scars, and seemed to flow though them, like water through a riverbed. Jagged and deep these shadowscars ran up and down most of his face, causing her to start crying. Not from the imagine, simply the pain. Inside her mind's eye it was clear that he was in pain, overwhelming pain
  He started moving towards her. Quickly, quicker then he should be able to, a massive blade was drawn from nowhere. It came at her, and in a fright she fell to her knees and emitted in barley a whisper "Call not on me".
  The blow was barely averted by questioning hands. She felt the pure darkness of his blade overwhelming her at this range, her hair almost touching the edge of his dark sword.
  "Repeat yourself".
  "Call" she stops, unable to speak though the sobbing tears but her inner strength refuses to let her stop "Call not on me".
  He stops.
  Smiles.
  Then the smile turn to a laugh, and then he bursts out into laughter, hysterical laughter as his sword's blade dropping to the ground beside her.
  The joke is lost on her. Then like the brilliance of morning it dawns on her. His own phrase had been used agents him.
  As the laughter finished his face restored to it's former self, unchanged safe for a single tear which came from his eye and flew down to the ground.
  As this tear hit the ground a black rose sprang up from the wooden floor. It was very thin even for a rose and made of pure black crystal, and it rose up to nearly her waist.
  Nothing more said he faded into nothingness and then she heard only the howling of Bedlam.

Chapter the Fourth

  The next day she left Bedlam without ever talking to her intended person. Back to the outlands she went, riding Mechinusward to Baatar where she was determined to find Johnny, now or never.
  In a small town a few days away from Hopeless she spotted something very odd.
  As she was leaving the hamlet she saw a form up ahead, staggering as it trotted down the Great Road. She rushed up to the shrouded form only to find that it was Johnny. He had been badly injured, with blood flowing from shadowed scars, pieces of the darkness imbedded like glass in his alabaster skin.
  With none of the grace or precision he had shown before he fell into her arms, and in that moment she was overloaded with uncountable experiences, murder, death, and the overwhelming coldness of an eternal night.
  From there she carried him back into the inn, only able to half drag him. There she washed his wounds and as she laid her hands upon his she felt pain shoot through her body as the wounds started to crawl onto her body and then wither away and fall to the ground like ill planted vegetation. She cried out in pain even as the scars of shadow disappeared from her perfect skin and the scream awoke Johnny.
  As he awoke she was just starting to fall, unable to hold herself up after the excruciating pain and Johnny moved like quicksilver to catch her. She found herself in his arms, his smile glowing down on her. She looked into his eyes and then she started to tell the tale of how she found him. Through the entire story he stayed, waiting untill the very end to ask her what had been on his mind the entire time.
  "Why?"
  "Because. Because you need me." She seemed so natural in her reply that moved him to tears. He held her close to his heart and embraced her. She became so overwhelmed with his passion he had kept locked away as it all fled from his body that it overwhelmed her and she broke down into tears, and they held each other the in the inn.

  And that is how Johnny D meet Heaven.