The Loud House belongs to Chris Savino.
Other characters will be introduced later, but not everyone will stay for the long run.
Lincoln and his only sister Lucy walked from the drawbridge of a castle into the town that held it. They walked in silence through the town. Lucy with her head down as she followed her big brother. Lincoln kept his head on a swivel. Ready ready to draw his silver sword from the scarab on his back. Lincoln would often spot others looking at them.
Lincoln and Lucy considered strange by most people, with Lucy having black hair and Lincoln having white. Everyone believed that it was because their farther was a wizard. Everyone thought that Lincoln would master light magic, and Lucy would do the same with dark magic, and that one day they would have to fight to the death to either save or destroy the land of realm of mazian.
Lincoln was learning light magic he wasn't the best because he was also learning the skills of a hunter. As a huntress herself his mother understood that I would teach him to understand when the time is appropriate to fight, and even if necessary. Kill.
Lucy was doing similar training. She had shown interest in dark magic, but didn't practice it because she swore not to until she was 18. Dark magic isn't evil it self, it's just a more aggressive form of magic, but people became selfish and egotistical because of how dangerous it is. Her farther practised both light and dark magic, and proved himself to be kind and stable, but people always stereotype.
They both studied at Sword Castle. Sword Castle was a place where kids could learn: magic, knight duties, and the ways of a hunter. Lincoln and Lucy lived between the town and the near by forest, as their house sat on top of a hill that watched over the town and the forest.
Lincoln and Lucy walked into their garden and leaned against a tree. As the tree shaded them from the bright sun, they both let out a sigh of relief. "I thought today would never end." Lincoln commented.
"Agreed." Lucy said in emotionless tone, as she sat next to her brother.
They both would often sit under this tree and read. Sometimes they would wire as well, with Lincoln making adventure stories, and Lucy writing poems. They would help each other write, and then read their work to each other.
They saw a women open the garden gate. She had long blonde hair that spilt out of her leather hooded cloak. She was carrying a handwoven sack, slung over her back. The siblings stood up and ran towards her. "Mother!" Lincoln exclaimed. The woman looked over and saw Lincoln running up to her. She put the sack down and crouched down, with open arms. Lincoln ran into her, and hugged her. "I've not seen you in a week, where have you been?" Lincoln asked.
"Sorry Lincoln, I couldn't comeback until I knew we had enough food to last us the winter." The mother responded. "Speaking of not seeing family where's Lucy?" Lincoln pulled away from his mother, and gave her confused look. Lincoln looked around and couldn't see his sister. He couldn't find her until she suddenly materialised in front of his eyes.
"Aaaaahhh!" Lincoln panicked as he jumped back into his mother, who was somewhat caught off guard herself. Once he calmed down he soon got annoyed with his sister. "Will stop vanishing like that?!" He asked, not even trying to hide his frustration.
"No." Lucy retorted. "It's the only piece of dark magic I'm aloud to use." Both Lincoln and Lucy were taught the vanishing spell at a young age, because their parents agreed it was important to be able to get out of a dangerous situation if they needed to. "And it's fun scaring you like that." Lincoln glared at his sisters as she smiled a little.
The mother of 2 pulled her hood down, picked up the sack, and stood up. "Alright you two, let's make dinner." She told them with a smile. Lincoln and Lucy smiled back and followed her into the house, while she pulled boar that shouldn't fit in the sack, out of said sack.
"Did you get any dear?" Lincoln asked, knowing how difficult it can be to hunt one.
"Yes, but they are for when the snow fall is heaviest." She answers.
Later.
The three of them had finished making dinner, and began placing it on the table. The sun was beginning to set, as the front door opened and man entered the house. He had short white hair with small black streaks dotted through out his hair. "Hello family." He greeted. The three smiled at him. "Hello Zachary." The mother greeted.
Zachary smiled back at her. "Hello Marina." They sheared a kiss, much to their children's disgust.
Soon.
The family of four finished their dinner as they sat at the table. "It's nice for the family to be together again." Lincoln thought aloud.
"I agree." Lucy commented.
A sudden green light filled the sky, accompanied by a loud explosion. The family rushed to the window facing the forest. A green fire devoured the trees and grass. "I've never seen fire like that." Lincoln commented.
"Only a necromancer can make green fire." His farther mention in a extremely tense voice.
"I thought necromancy was a forgotten art." Lucy mentioned.
"Maybe not." The mother spoke.
"Forcing the dead to do your biding is hardly art anyway." The farther muttered.
As the fire grew closer shadows emerged from it. "Are those skeletons?" Lucy asked curiously.
"Of men, of wolves, of bears." Marina responded.
"Of orcs, and trolls." Zachary continued. "This Necromancer has had a lot of practice to control this many souls."
A loud roar came from behind the skeletons, as a creature of war rises. Not only the family of four but the faces of the whole town turned as pale as it's scales. despite the fire you could see the green glow emitting from the three horned beast. Predominantly from its eyes and mouth. It stood on its back legs, allowing its glow to engulf the town.
"Of dragon." Lincoln whispered.
The dragon landed back down on to its front feet, causing a wave of dirt to reach forward to the lone house.
Zachary whipped around and crouched to his children's level, he placed a hand on their shoulders. "Take the secret exit, and don't comeback until the flames have settled." He ordered.
"What about you?" Lincoln asked.
"Me and your mother have to stay." Zachary answered.
"Why?" Lucy questioned with as much worry as she could.
Marina also crouched down and faced the concerned looks of her kin. "We have to buy everyone time to escape." She then looked at her oldest child. "Lincoln, you have done a amazing job looking out for your little sister, but she's going to need you now more than ever. Promise me you support her."
"I will mother. I promise." Lincoln said as he said goodbye.
The family sheared a group hug as they cried that this would be their final moment together. "Now go." Zachary orders.
Lincoln nodded and drags his reluctant sister to the main room. "We can't leave." Lucy mopped.
"We have to." Lincoln said as he kicked a bear skin rug out of position. He jumped on the uncovered floor and fell straight through, dragging his sister with him.
Marina walked over to where her children left and put the rug back. She turned around to find Zachary stretching out three glowing blue arrows towards her, while holding another three in his other hand. "They will struggle, but they will survive without us." He spoke.