1 The beginning

In the kingdom of Farina, The royal house is known for being forgiving and benevolent to it's citizens. This is why the people love them and go to fight wars in there name with pride. That is what happened to my parents when I was 10. My mother was a healer my father a swords-men, this lead to there immediate recruitment once the war started. Which in turn lead to my current situation, Laying on the roof of a wealthy household waiting for the right time to strike. Yes strike. I might not like it but stealing from the wealthy is the only way I can survive. To old to be in an orphanage to young to be a guard. You see I'm a rare case, in this city, the capital city, Orphans are often put to work in noble house's thus preventing them from reaching 16 in the orphanage. Here's the thing though. I was never picked. I was to scrawny to be strong or nimble. Weak and sickly. Funny that's how I looked after all I never once got sick. Indeed, I had inherited my mothers magic and my fathers sword techniques. Those very same techniques were largely sought after. Unlucky for everyone my father never wrote them down. Instead he made me practice them from a young age ingraining them into my bones. I also promised to never share these art's unless they were to my descendants. Oh! a target comes... I stand and get ready to jump.

As I crouch down on the roof preparing to jump atop the carriage coming this way I catch a glimpse of myself in the metal chimney of the blacksmith. My hair used to be white now however it black from the soot and grime, My face in gaunt with hunger, My body thin cover by torn clothes and a black brown cloak. One thing is still there however, the fire that burns in my blood red eyes. That flame is my will. My will to survive, to carry on and find where I belong. In the time I spend looking at my soot covered self, the target has drawn ever closer I pull the hood of my cloak up... almost in position... Now! I jump. A woman screams, a guard see me and starts running hollering for me to stop, 'Yea its not my first time doing this here.' Something is different this time though it's almost like he's not trying to catch me but save my life. no time to think however the carriage roof is coming up fast.

<THUMP!> A loud sound is heard as i hit the roof and roll snatching the purse of the driver and a extra coin purse I saw on the way down. I move quickly after all the guards aren't just gonna stand around... Wait... Oh Gods! this carriage is completely surrounded by guards. this is a royal carriage!

God's Above Let me escape this chase alive! Now I really have no time. I jump of the carriage and because of lack of options I use the movement technique that my dad taught me. My feet blur as my mind races, Thinking of a way out of this situation... As is I just gotta run. My left foot hits a guards helmet as I shift my weight across his head thus preventing harm from coming to him and jumping off him to launch myself over the rest of the guards. "Gagh!!!" My shoulder hits first and with a inaudible crack, it breaks. 'Funny' I thought 'It looks like i'll never wield a sword again' as I rolled to my feet dropping the bag held in my left hand, I cant use the arm after all. I turn and run not looking back no time I have to get away while I still have the advantage of surprise. As I run every-single step Is torturous agony. Yes I could heal it but one. that takes time. Two I'm too weak to be able to fully heal it and if I do it wont turn out right.

"Stop!" I Recognize that voice... No time to think though gotta keep running although I don't think that shout was directed at me anyway after all whoever it was didn't deem me nearly as much of a threat as the royal guards. That voice was male thus either the king or one of the princes... "FATHER WHY WOULD YOU LET HIM GET AWAY!" That voice however stops me dead. I felt a sudden connection to it. A memory surfaces. "My boy" My father said the day before he died, "The king has asked that you join the royal guard when you turn 16. I asked him why of course" He added as he saw the confusion show on my face. "He wants you to be besides the second princess who was born the month after you." The next day before his deployment me and my father went and met the second prissiness, My charge. That voice was hers... I had no choice. I was honor bound. I turned around.

When I tuned I kept my cloak up to cover my face. I didn't know if she would remember me. That is until I heard the king say, "My dear. I was never going to let him get away. I wanted to see what his response would be when he heard your voice." The princess was visibly confused as she asked, "What do you mean father? what does it matter what the thief's reaction to me is?" The king... King Vernon, said "My dear daughter... Turn around." I was Kneeling, But not to the king. I was kneeling to his daughter. The same day I meet her I also swore to the king that if ever we meet after i turned 16 I would join the royal guard as he body guard. This I swore on my name. "It's nice to see you again lad." The king said to the surprise of his daughter I responded, "AS it is to see you once more my lord." All were shocked only one man ever called the king lord and he was dead his son was missing... Wait... His son... That was when realization dawned on the princess. All doubt was erased when I said, "Joan respond, reporting to my lady. I am ready to take on my charge my lord" all were shocked the king however say's "I know my boy. I'm glade we finally found you now please let me have a better look at you"