"Why a rogue?" they asked. "Why not a magician like your brother?" I sighed. It was no use trying to convince my parents. My family has been in a clan of magicians for generations. 'Because I don't want to." I muttered. My father frowned. "Thieves-"he started. "Rogues." I corrected. His eyebrows narrowed. "Right." He said. "Rogues. They are filthy, disgusting, sly, and they have no life." "You're making them sound bad." I said. "That's because they are." He said. "But" I cried. "No" he said, sternly. "You will do as I say or else." My mother nodded. "Sweetie, we only want what's best for you." "And besides." My father added. "Magicians are better than those stupid rogues. Their brains must be the size of a pea." He and mom started laughing.

Anger bubbled up, daring to erupt. I had hated them since I was born. They always made fun of other jobs, like archers, warriors, and mostly, rogues. They had forced my brother to be a magician, and because of that, he never, ever came back to visit us. I never saw my brother since. Suddenly, my father had begun talking again. "How much intelligence have you raised? Your mother and I wanted to make sure you're ready to be a magician." Guilt settled in and I gulped. Ever since I was level 1, I had been raising luck and dex. I hadn't bothered to raise intelligence. "Well?" asked my father. "Um….dad..." I stuttered. "My intelligence is…4." My father turned red, then, yellow, then purple. His eyes were so intense that I was surprised that they didn't shoot daggers at me. His hair suddenly became messy and he was cursing threats at me. I cannot explain what happened next since it became too violent but I will tell you that I escaped with a scar and many injuries. "Now unworthy son, I guess that you're no use to the family SINCE you are not good enough to be a magician, you can't go in the house anymore." My father said, shaking his head. I pretended to be sad but the truth was that I was really happy. I finally get to escape my torturous family! While I cried (tears of joy!) my father and mother left the room with a sad look from their faces.

I stole 20,000 mesos, some red and green potions, and a slab of melting cheese, a red juicy apple, and dangos from the refrigerator. My shadow followed me as I ran stealthily through the grass; I looked back vowing never to return.

This is my first fanfic so please don't flame. Advices are accepted though. Read and review and enjoy!