I won't bore you all with details. The characters you are familiar with belong to Nintendo and the ones you aren't familiar with belong to me. So no confusion arises I am using Griel as his first name and Gawain as his last name. Finally if anybody can confirm that Ike's mother is named Elena that would be very helpful.
Chapter 1: Beginnings of a Warrior
The sun's rays barely had yet to fully pierce the night sky. This signaled the start of another day in the Gawain barn. The cows, having just woken up, were hungry and calling for their master to feed them. The calling of the cows awoke the sheep and the screaming of the sheep woke up the chickens. The sun was barely up, yet Griel was nowhere to be seen.
"Griel get up and help your father milk the cows!" yelled the lady of the house.
"Go easy on him, yesterday was a tough day" said Griel's father.
While this scene was playing out a boy of eleven was stretching his lengthy arms out across his bed. He had dirty brown hair that went down to his shoulder. This boy's name was Griel Gawain. He was five foot two, which was tall for his age. From his work on the farm he had grown muscular, more muscular than most boys of the village. He opened one eye a sliver and saw the sun's rays through his window. He bolted up so fast at this sight that his back cracked in three different places. His covers already on the floor he ran to the basin to wash his face. The water, being cooled by the night air, was refreshing and awoke him instantly. He was still sore from the events of the day before but he knew he had to get to the cows soon or he would have nothing to eat. He stretched his arms out again and felt a satisfying crack.
On his wall there was an axe hanging sideways. It was a beautiful axe, made by his grandfather many years ago. It was really a simple golden axe but his grandfather spent ten years on it and it was the finest axe. The craftsmanship of the axe was never before seen and never will be seen again. The axe was a good deal longer than even Griel was. To Griel this axe held his grandfather's spirit. The axe was called Urvan and it was passed down from his grandfather to Griel. Griel wished that his dad was the owner because Griel still couldn't lift it and his dad didn't dare touch it as if not to upset his father's spirit.
"Don't worry Grandfather. I'll use it one day. You won't be sorry for giving this to me. I promise you this. I miss you very much, but sadly I don't think I will see you for a long time. And when I do see you I hope it's after a hard battle where I slayed hundreds of men for Crimea. Then the one that would kill me would be killed by my family, my son if I ever have one. So grandpa I won't see you for a while" Griel tossed on a shirt and pants and sprinted down to the kitchen.
"Sorry I over-"started Griel.
"Your father just left for the cows, go help him" his mother interjected.
"Yes ma'am. I am already gone." Griel said already at the door. He walked down toward the cow pen lost in thought. What had happened the day before never happened before. It was a shock even for his father. What would make the-
"Are you gonna stand there day dreaming or are you gonna milk some cows?" his father asked bring him out of his thoughts.
"Sorry father, I'll get right on it." Griel answered.
"Don't push your self too hard. You had a rough day yesterday. Those sheep are something eh? I mean what would make them scream so loud? They wouldn't even eat their food. Those fat lazy asses eat all the time anytime. Something must have scared them." Griel's father stated.
"Do you think it's those bandits that everyone in town is clamoring about? Maybe they came and took one. Maybe they scared the sheep or something like that." Griel said suddenly scared. An unfamiliar scent of sweat and blood came to him but it was faint so faint that he thought he must have imagined it.
"Those bandits wouldn't come here. For one thing the patrol in town would stop them and for another I could easily fend them off. I do have your grandfather's skill. You know this right?" his father asked.
"He might but we don't. Why don't you prove this to us old man?" a menacing voice said challenged from behind. Out of nowhere three big men came into the cow pen. They all were wielding axes and had torn shirts on. Their bulging muscles were covered in dried blood and sweat. On their right shoulders they all had a tattoo of a sub-human hawk. A cold fear crept down Griel's spine. He now knew what he had smelt only a moment before.
"Griel go run and get me my blade. Don't ask any questions just do it. Now!" hissed his father to Griel
"But father…" Griel started
"I said now!" his father hissed again Griel scrambled away and heard the bandits laughing. His blood boiled and he ran toward his house faster and faster. He burst inside and saw his mother setting up breakfast.
"What happen-"she started asking. Griel ran past her talking as he ran
"Bandits. Need dad's blade. Don't follow" he ordered. The blade was lying near his father's bed. It was a nice sword made of steel perfect for fighting against many fighters. It weighed a little in Griel's strong arms. He broke himself out of these thoughts by remembering his father alone against the bandits.
Griel flew down to the cow pen in record time. As he neared the cow pen he slowed down breathing heavily. His father came into his view. He was attempting to dodge all the blows of the bandits but couldn't dodge them all. Running up to his father he unsheathed the sword and managed to ward off a blow from the bandit. As he was about to hand the sword to his father a bandit rushed at them. Griel tried to fend him off but the bandit was too strong. Their blades collided and sparks flew out. Griel could feel the sword slipping out of his hand. The sword flew towards his father and Griel could do nothing about it. There was a crack of a rib and a gasp came from his father. The bandit pulled the sword out of his father and kicked him down to the ground laughing. Griel tried to catch him but he was too heavy. They both fell to the ground. Griel was now covered in his father's blood.
"Griel. Run you can't face them all on your own. Take your mother and run. One day you can avenge me but now you must run and live. Protect your mother and run. Protect your moth…" Those were the last words Griel Gawain's father said to him. Hot tears streamed down his face.
"No father I cannot run. I will fight them and I will kill them. I will protect mother, but first I will avenge you. I promise you this." Griel said through his tears.
"Griel where are you?" asked a female voice from the other side of the cow pen
"How nice we get to wipe out the whole family now" the leader bandit said
"NO! DON'T HURT HER!"
