AN: First, I have to give thanks to quite a few people:

ZeroWolfWriter, LoftwingQueen, and LukiaDeathstalker for inspiring this story through Zero' s forum :)

ScarletCurls, for being my amazing Beta and friend. And for all those people who reviewed and gave me great advice.

Thank you.

Chapter One:

This is Not the Beginning

Coryn' s POV

I sat up in bed and looked around panicking. "Mom? Dad?" I called out, fear clear in my tiny voice. My room was dark and I had woken up from a terrifying dream, so the first thing I thought of doing was calling for my parents. The room was dark, and shadows seemed to reach and grab at me. My grey eyes darted around wildly as I heard pounding footsteps. Or was that my heart? I couldn't tell.

"Coryn?!" My mother said bursting into the room. Her hair was a brown halo around her attractive face. Her violet eyes reflected the same fear that shone through mine.

Father stumbled in behind her, rubbing his blurry eyes like a child. His unshaven face was tan, and in the darkness it made him look like the devil himself. The cold grey eyes almost identical to mine almost made it worse as they shone brightly in the faint moonlight. I gathered the bright blue blanket up to my face and looked down. Black hair fell around my face, barely covering my fear filled grey eyes. "I...I had a nightmare." I mumbled. It was embarrassing for a ten year old boy to admit something like that in front of his military father. That military father scoffed and drug himself back to bed as mother rushed forward, gathering me in her slim and pale arms. "Oh Coryn, that's okay." She kisses the top of my head comfortingly. I smelled her lilac perfume coming off her silk nightgown. I wrapped my arms around her, shaking slightly. We both sit there a moment, mother pulling me into her lap.

Smoothing my hair back she leaned away to get a better look at my face. "Oh honey...You are growing so fast." She said with a shaky smile with her full Angelic lips. Her slender hands moved from my head to fiddle with something on the back of her neck, and I watched trying to suppress my interest. Drawing out a chain, mother took a deep breath.

In the palm of her pale left hand there was a necklace with an amethyst ring looped on it. She placed her right hand on my cheek, and I knew she felt the high cheekbones I received from her side of the family.

"Do you know what this is?" She asked looking into my eyes with a determined expression. I shook my head, looking back with my lips pressed together. Was that a trick question? Surely mother knew it was a ring on a chain.

"It is a family heirloom from your father's side. The man is supposed to give the ring to the woman he loves, then she gives it to her son. It will keep you safe."

I bobbed my head, now knowing what she meant. I looked down at the ring hanging around my neck and tuck it safely into my shirt. She smiles, and leans forward kissing the top of my forehead gently. Soon after telling me a story she leaves the room, taking the lilac scent and feeling of silk with her.

...

I woke up that morning to find my dad yelling orders at me while I was half asleep. Trust me, it is not pleasant.

"Come on girly, let's get going! You can't sleep forever!" I woke, and immediately swung my legs over the edge of my bed. Looking up, I was greeted by a surprising sight.

My father only had his boxers on. And his face was still unshaven.

"Uh...dad, where's your Bomber Suit?" I ask with utter confusion showing in my voice. "A true Bomber must learn to shed his armour!" He replied with gusto. Suddenly, he lunged at me and began taking off my clothes until I was down to my boxers. "Dad!What are you doing?!" I yelled, my voice reaching a squeak. "Teaching you the ways to become a true Bomber son!" And he slung my pale body over his tan shoulder with ease.

"Mom!" I screamed as he began jogging towards the back door. "She isn't here kid, I sent her shopping." a maniacal laugh followed the statement, and my heart felt as if a cold ring was squeezing around it.

My first thought was 'Holy crap my dad's insane!'

I gave up and focused on getting into a comfortable position on his shoulder. It was extremely hard though because he wasn't the most graceful person. He kicked the door open and bolted to the woods, jostling me around. I clenched my jaw so my teeth wouldn't clang together. Father also was very impolite. When it comes down to it...Father is not a pleasant person to be around because he is too 'enthusiastic' as mother would put it.

Soon we came to a meadow. It had flowers, trees, and sweet birds fluttering around in the as soon as we entered the peaceful place, they all scattered. My father set me down roughly. "Okay kid. First lesson complete. Next, we learn silence is golden." He said, folding his arms across a bare and muscled chest. I frowned, wondering why he would suddenly decide to teach me this.

"Have a conversation with me," he said looking more serious. I opened my mouth to make a rude comment, but he held up his hand for silence. "and only use your eyes." He finished sounding calmer than usual. My mouth snapped back shut, and I was slightly disappointed. How was I supposed to do that?

I glared at him, saying in my head 'This is stupid.'

Dad didn't respond. Or least, I can't tell if he did. There was an odd and uncomfortable silence, and heard creatures rustling around in this forest.

'Why do I have to do this?' I looked at him, projecting the though with all I could muster. He continued staring blankly back. My face began to turn red in anger. 'You are so mean, you know that right?' My eyes began hurting as I strained them from staring so hard. A slow smile spread across his face. "Coryn, you aren't even looking. I kept responding, but you were too blinded by your anger. Which goes along with lesson three. Which I will teach you through my eyes."

My eyebrows drew together. He was acting like this was telepathy. 'Fine, I will look.' I thought through my eyes.

Clearing myself of emotion, I stared back into father's eyes, my face clear. Suddenly I felt deaf to the world, as the forest noises faded into the background and I stared into my father's eyes.

'Good job.'

I nearly jumped. It was inside my head in a way as I read the thought in his father's was shocking, but I kept my calm and continued interpreting father's thoughts through his now expressive eyes.

'Ready to learn?' He asked in my head as I stared. I nearly nodded, but remembered that I shouldn't move. 'Sure.'

'Good. End of the Second lesson. Now we learn the importance of not giving away emotions. Especially to the enemy. First of all, no more of that smiling, frowning, expressions in general. If a person really knows you, then they would watch your eyes.'

'Okay...' I was slightly confused. Would I have to communicate with people like this forever?

'You know it's the right girl to give that ring to if she can do that.' He winked, a twinkle in his eye.

Guilt was clear in my eyes. 'You know?'

'Of course! Your mother doesn't keep secrets. Plus you don't have your suit on.' I was silent a moment. In my head I mean. We had been silent on the outside the whole time.

'Dad?'

'Yes.'

'Is that why people who love each other look into each other's eyes for so long?'

'...I suppose.'

I was satisfied with that answer and continued training with my father. Sometimes I got sidetracked thinking of the girl who would receive the ring. She would look like an angel and act like one too. Her cooking would be amazing and her attitude sweet, like mother. She would remind me of the color purple, and smell nice. Her skin would feel like mother's silk nightgowns.

This part is The calm before the storm...

AN: A short chapter I know, but I will start right away on the next chapter.

Listening to: Put Your Records On by Corinne Bailey Rae

Mood: Chill

Now time for Cake' s homework for you guys :D

(1) What do you think the title for this chapter means?

(2) What do you think of Coryn' s parents?

(3) Is his dad more of an Antagonist or Protagonist?

(4) What do you think of Coryn himself? Will he be an Intresting main character or will the other characters provide more 'entertainment?'

(5) What does the ring seem to symbolize?

(6) Do you think Dad's idea for Shedding armor is a good one?

I sort of based the 'shedding armor' idea off of Grey from Fairy Tail lol. It will bring up a few problems...

Now listening to Be OK.