The boy
"I don't want to hurt you, just give me all your money"
The boy was getting desperate, he hadn't eaten sense his mother kicked him out a week ago. Things had been going south sense the king had gone off and gotten killed by a pig. Oh what he would give for that pig right now. It seemed to the boy that everything had been leaning towards chaos recently.
"I don't think so," said the man as he leaned into a punch that knocked the boy right on his back.
"Shit!"
The man, who was supposed to be getting mugged, kicked his assailant several times, in both the head and stomach.
"I'd suggest you stick to preying on the woman and the elderly," the man said with one last, vicious, kick to the stomach.
With his left eye swollen shut, and blood trickling from his mouth, he looked at the horizon and was surprised to see the palace, from where he laid on the pavement.
"We should have never come south." The boy reflected upon how unfamiliar the words sounded as they left his lips. This was ironic considering all the times he had had that argument with his mother.
"Why? Why did we have to leave, I may never see Mya again!"
"Calm down love," said his mother in that calming voice of hers, that voice that almost always meant she was about to lose her temper, "You weren't meant to be with Mya, she is just some baseborn girl, and you can do so much better."
"In case you haven't noticed mom, you aren't exactly married yourself. I am a bastard just like her, and I don't want to do better. There was never any reason for us to leave the Vale."
As he regained consciousness from his momentary slip, the boy slowly pushed himself up off the paves, with nothing but finding a safe place to blackout on his mind.
"Come with me boy, you look like you could eat."
The boy looked up, shocked to see a man dressed in black standing in a spot that should have been empty. The boy realized he must be worse off than he thought, considering he hadn't even noticed the strangers approach. With no other options, he accepted the mans hand and assistance standing up.
"What's your name, boy"
"Logan. Logan Stone."