So, Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie. This is not beta'd and this is not me starting another story. This is me just posting a story that's actually been around longer than the other two Homestuck stories I've been working on.

I just felt like updating one of my stories and realized nether of the other two are ready yet. So I decided to drag this old thing out of the wood work. Also yes, this chapter and the next is supposed to be a bit vague here.

The Beginning

Hello friend. Do you like stories by any chance? Cause I got a dickens of a tale to tell. Now some would say this is a story of a young man and his sister. They would be wrong. Others would say this is a tale of angles, demons, and the rights and wrongs in life. They too would be wrong. Truth be told I'm not really sure what this story is about. Though if I had to give it a meaning. I'd say it's about a beginning, and an end. As are all stories, but this one especially.

To start this tale of beginnings and endings at the very start would be impossible. So I will start somewhere much simpler. I'll start with my beginning.

I was born December 1st 1993 to one Elizabeth English. Born with a veil over my head and the stars in my eyes, my grandmother always said. My father is unknown, or as my grandmother would later come to say, lost in the adventure of life. My first few years of life were peaceful, or so I was told. For two whole years my mothers love for me was enough to keep her tied down in a small village called Aylsham, but on my second birthday the call for adventure became too strong. With a note to my grandmother and a letter addressed to me, to be opened on a later date… she was gone by morning.

Now my grandmother Judith English is by no means a patent woman, but bless her soul when I found out of my mothers absence she stayed by my side threw what would later be known as the temper tantrum of the ages. Then all the while, held me while I cried the next morning.

It would be five more years before I heard from my mother again, just small things. Post cards, gift shop items. I once even received a bird. A small little guy he was. named him Tinker. He'd be my closest friend through most my youth. I had to beg my grandmother to keep him, but in the end even she was won over by the small thing.

It wasn't until exactly two months after my eighth birthday that I received something more substantial then a key chain. It was a letter. Not having read my mothers first letter, or even knowing of it's existence, to me this would be my first exposure to my mothers words that I could remember.

I remember being sadly disappointed at that letter. Not of it's contents of course, oh heavens no. It was everything I could of hoped for. She spoke of many adventures and how she thought of me the whole time. She would ask all the right questions, of how my grandmother was treating me, and if I was in good health.. Blimey, she even stated how she would like to meet up again to become a real family.. No.. I wasn't disappointed at the letters contents at all.. I guess, to be awfully blunt, I was disappointed at the letters arrival in general. From the look on my grandmothers face, I could tell she was too.

For six whole years my mother had been in absence, and to show up out of the blue like she had, seemed almost too good to be true. There had to be a catch. My grandmother knew it, and at the age of eight years and two months by golly did I know it too.

Through a series of letters we soon found out my mother was currently living on a tropical island off the coast of Puerto Rico, and she could easily make living arrangement for us to join her. As a matter of fact she seemed almost eager for us to join her.

It was only after much consideration and a lack of annual income that my grandmother and I decided to take the risk and accept my mothers offer to come accompany her on the island.

The trip was long and as we set off from the place I had once called home, I felt no remorse for leaving it behind. My home though albeit the only home I had ever known, was just that. The only home I've ever known. It honestly held no other sentimental attachments.

During my first school years I found out that a rumor had been spread that my grandmother was a witch of sorts.. In fact she may have even reminisced once of spreading the rumors herself to insure her own solitude... So.. long story short my grandmother was my only friend.. Besides Tinker of course.

Now that I think about it the trip wasn't as bad is it seemed at the time ether. Though dealing with security at airports was a bit hard considering my grandmothers gun collection, and the boat ride to the island did make good use of my life jacket, it was surly thanks to one of the many airport flights and a civilian doctor that my grandmother and I were able to learn of my deadly peanut allergy.

It was only after arriving on the island did the true catch of my mothers invitation make itself known. This new adventure of becoming a family, of reuniting grandmother and I with my mother now came with a price. It had now become a trip to live awkwardly with my mother, her new husband, his awkward father, and my four year old half sister.

To put it lightly my grandmother was pissed, I upset, and my apparent four year old relation wouldn't stop crying. No need to worry though! Heh.. After a month or so of awkward day by day living, My grandmother, my new grandfather Joshua Harley, myself, and my new sister Jade Harley, had all grown quite close over the fact that we were all very upset, that on the second day my mother and her new husband had left for yet another adventure.

Grandmother and I seemed used to my mother disappointing us, but the Harely's.. Were a bit more sensitive folk. Jade took to following me like the lost young child she was, while Mr. Harley hung out with my grandmother like the dumb old man he was. Cool old adventurer or not it was still my grandmother he was befriending and he had to keep in mind she was my best friend first.

Years went by, slow at first then faster then the blink of an eye. Before I knew it I had grown accustomed to the island life. Grandmother started a new garden of her own, to which pumpkins would grow to half my size. Every night Mr. Harley would come to take us out to watch the stars and spin tales of adventures yet to come. Then there was Jade.

In many ways the word half came to cross my mind less and less when describing out relation. At first it was a strained relation but slowly.. I came to realize even though abandonment had crossed both our paths, at least I knew how to live without them. Parents I mean. I was the big boy whose mother had left at an early age making his closest person the grandmother who raised him. She was the little girl who simply wanted her mummy and daddy back. Her strong hero's who chased the monsters away, and like hell was I going to let her face them alone

We grew closer then ever our strange little family. In areas most would of called us broken we became stronger then ever. Our lives weren't designed to be perfect on our island but we made it so. That is.. until we received the news.

Ever so often my mother and her husband would wright. Some letters where filled with fun tales of distant countries, others were described to Jade and I as, "too dark, boring, or political" for us to hear until we were deemed "older". Even with each letter being inconsistent from the two, and the rest of us all supposedly cross with them, one thing was certain. The arrival of a letter was normally that which would bring nothing but smiles all around the English\Harley household. Every letter except for one.

I was ten when Jade and I received word of our parents death. Jade was six. For months our family was stricken with a grief that didn't seem to want to fade. Then as if things couldn't get worse, my grandmother fell gravely ill.

It was probably one of the most painful things I had ever witnessed. Watching the strongest person I knew become so frail in front of my very eyes. Everyday I had come to pray to every god I knew of to keep her well. I was desperate, afraid, and in my whole life had never felt so alone. Jade and Mr. Harley shared in my grief as she would get worse by the day, but to me, my whole world was shattering.

My grandmother was a stubborn woman who had always refused to give in without a fight. So it only makes sense that a year later, one sunny day without a single note she left. Hobbling into the jungle alone.

Mr. Harley was the first to notice her absence, grabbing his gun and running headfirst after her. Fearing for his safety as well Jade easily convinced me that we would search for them both to bring home.

Foolishly we pursued our relatives through the jungle only to get lost on the way, and end up in a clearing with a view of the island. The thick foliage surrounding most of the island and we couldn't tell where our grandparents were or even the way home. We were scared. Frightened to bits, and the fact that we were being hunted didn't help the fact.

Jade being the first to noticed screamed and clung to my arm as a leopard like beast sauntered out of the jungle, it's eyes fixated on us. It cornered is to a cliff, ready to strike at any moment.

Standing in front of Jade I had closed my eyes and prepared for the worst, but luckily for me, not a moment sooner two meteors struck the island, bringing our best chance of survival.. That regrettably arrived killing our grandparents in the process.

End of part 1