Pre-Logue
Enclosed in a tiny flame in a tiny land with tiny hopes. No birds sang, and no plants grew. But there were flames. Everywhere. Anything that tried to survive would be burnt. It would smolder into ashes until they too were blown away, carried of to a distant land where things were better. Nothing had ever overcome this wretched land, as the fire made sure nothing could subsist. Nothing could, except...
A little boy around seven years old arrived at the island one day. He had flaming red hair and a confused look on his broad face. He had strange markings on his cheeks. They were crimson in the sign of an X. Once his large feet touched the hot sand of the cursed place, the evil began to work its power. Surprisingly, the evil couldn't overtake and destroy him, no matter how hard it tried. Finally, it gave up. The boy just stood there. Preoccupied with the thought of home, he didn't notice his mind was being erased by a greater force, a force which destroyed only memories, and left the victim empty, devastated, and unable to think or move. The little boy was left with only one thought before the evil subsided: I am fir...I am pa...th...an. And then he fainted, and was carried away to a happier place, as the power couldn't bear the shame of failing. He would soon awake in a new world without a backwards glance at his old life.
Chapter One-Garet
After waking up, the boy again found himself in a strange place. As he began to take in the new surroundings and sounds he heard a loud noise right beside him. "GARET!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? Do YOU know HOW WORRIED WE WERE??? Dora.she said you DROWNED IN THE RIVER!!! WE SEARCHED EVERYWHERE, and here you are, PLAYING WITH FLOWERS!!!" A girl with red hair too was yelling at him. Who's Garet? Oh wait, that's me.right? She suddenly embraced him, and then said sharply, "We are going home right now."
When they got to Garet's home, everyone scolded and fussed over him. He himself was silent, unable to understand all the things they were talking about. What's a Mother? What's a fell into river?? WHERE AM I?? WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?
'Oh Garet, why do you always worry us like that? My heart almost stopped when Dora asked you drowned." scolded "Mother".
".Who are you?" asked Garet.
"I'm.your mother!!" said his mother. She frowned.
"But."
"Now you obviously did go swimming. Too much brain-clogging water. I thought I told you fire adepts aren't accustom to water! Silly boy, you need to listen more. Now off to bed with you!" she sounded rather sharp for a moment. Then she smiled and said, "Oh, I'm so glad your alright!" she squeezed him and then he went of to bed, looking bewildered, and stumbled into various rooms which didn't look like his bedroom, until his sister finally showed him the way.
This was Garet's home.
Enclosed in a tiny flame in a tiny land with tiny hopes. No birds sang, and no plants grew. But there were flames. Everywhere. Anything that tried to survive would be burnt. It would smolder into ashes until they too were blown away, carried of to a distant land where things were better. Nothing had ever overcome this wretched land, as the fire made sure nothing could subsist. Nothing could, except...
A little boy around seven years old arrived at the island one day. He had flaming red hair and a confused look on his broad face. He had strange markings on his cheeks. They were crimson in the sign of an X. Once his large feet touched the hot sand of the cursed place, the evil began to work its power. Surprisingly, the evil couldn't overtake and destroy him, no matter how hard it tried. Finally, it gave up. The boy just stood there. Preoccupied with the thought of home, he didn't notice his mind was being erased by a greater force, a force which destroyed only memories, and left the victim empty, devastated, and unable to think or move. The little boy was left with only one thought before the evil subsided: I am fir...I am pa...th...an. And then he fainted, and was carried away to a happier place, as the power couldn't bear the shame of failing. He would soon awake in a new world without a backwards glance at his old life.
Chapter One-Garet
After waking up, the boy again found himself in a strange place. As he began to take in the new surroundings and sounds he heard a loud noise right beside him. "GARET!!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? Do YOU know HOW WORRIED WE WERE??? Dora.she said you DROWNED IN THE RIVER!!! WE SEARCHED EVERYWHERE, and here you are, PLAYING WITH FLOWERS!!!" A girl with red hair too was yelling at him. Who's Garet? Oh wait, that's me.right? She suddenly embraced him, and then said sharply, "We are going home right now."
When they got to Garet's home, everyone scolded and fussed over him. He himself was silent, unable to understand all the things they were talking about. What's a Mother? What's a fell into river?? WHERE AM I?? WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?
'Oh Garet, why do you always worry us like that? My heart almost stopped when Dora asked you drowned." scolded "Mother".
".Who are you?" asked Garet.
"I'm.your mother!!" said his mother. She frowned.
"But."
"Now you obviously did go swimming. Too much brain-clogging water. I thought I told you fire adepts aren't accustom to water! Silly boy, you need to listen more. Now off to bed with you!" she sounded rather sharp for a moment. Then she smiled and said, "Oh, I'm so glad your alright!" she squeezed him and then he went of to bed, looking bewildered, and stumbled into various rooms which didn't look like his bedroom, until his sister finally showed him the way.
This was Garet's home.