Disclaimer: I do not own Wild ARMS 5.
Author's Note: This story was a collaboration between myself and Vinsfeld123. He usually did most of the writing, while I would come up with the story, point out various errors, help keep the story/game facts straight, and think of dialogue, while also making sure his character dialogue and actions were not out-of-character. The input we each had varies from chapter to chapter. He has since decided to stop writing it, and we have drifted apart, so I am taking his suggestion and finding someone else to help me finish it. The first seventeen chapters are going to be the ones me and him worked on together, while the ones after that will be the work of me and another person. In this chapter, Vinsfeld did most of the writing, while I handled the editing and gave a few plot ideas. As always, there were some errors I could not convince him to change.
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Chapter One
"Half-breed!!" the villagers yelled in anger.
"Kill him! Kill the filthy half-breed!!" another yelled scornfully, with a pitchfork raised.
"Burn him until there is nothing left of him!! He is a sinful half-breed!!" a third villager yelled, full of prejudice.
"No! Don't!" yelled a young thirteen year old child.
"Throw him out of the village! He brings shame and misfortune to us all!" an elderly man yelled.
"Let's force him out!!!"
"Yeah!!!"
The villagers banded together and picked up a bundle of sticks. They lit them on fire and waved them at the boy. The flames were intense, and they burned his cheek. The boy did not know what he had done wrong; he was a half-breed, born of a human mother and a Veruni father. In the world of Filgaia, half-breeds were filthy creatures, that did not have enough worth to be fully human or Veruni.
The child fell to his knees. "Please! Stop! I just want Veruni and humans to get along!"
"We aren't listening to you, you filthy half-breed!" the villager with a pitchfork said.
"Burn him!! Burn the half-breed!!"
"Kill him!"
"Exile him from the village!!"
"Stop! Stop!!" the thirteen year old boy yelled, while gripping the top of his head.
"STOP!!!" another boy yelled, about the age of fourteen, running in front of the half-breed boy with his arms out in a stopping gesture.
"Get out of our way, Fereydoon!" yelled the prejudicial villager.
"No! I cannot let this happen!" Fereydoon yelled in response.
The villagers waved their torches in front of the boy threateningly.
"Stop, I said!" Fereydoon yelled.
The villagers began picking up rocks and throwing them at the boy. Fereydoon stood in front of him, his arms out, taking the blows without a word.
"Fereydoon, what are you doing…?" the boy asked, incredulously.
"Why are you protecting the half-breed, Fereydoon? He will bring misfortune and shame to our village!" the elderly man yelled.
"I'm protecting him because it is my duty." Fereydoon responded. He continued to take the blows of the rocks being thrown at him, without looking at the villagers. The boy, who was behind Fereydoon in tears, his clothes charred from the searing flames of the torches of the prejudicial villagers, stared at the northeastern gate. He knew that, if Fereydoon continued to take the blows, he could get away from the prejudicial villagers. The boy stood up and ran as fast as his legs could take him, to the northeast gate of Twelbit, which led him into a small plaza.
"Hey!! The half-breed is getting away!!" yelled the scornful villager with a pitchfork.
Fereydoon turned around and stared, looking for the boy. When he noticed he was gone, he turned back to the villagers.
"Now look what you did, you stupid brat!!" yelled the prejudicial villager, pushing Fereydoon down on the ground.
Fereydoon fell, and stood up, his knee skinned and bloody.
"Fereydoon isn't our enemy. Our enemy is the half-breed!" the scornful villager yelled.
"Yeah!!" the elderly man yelled.
The villagers, all agreeing with each other, ran past Fereydoon with their torches ablaze and to the northeast gate of Twelbit.
"There's nowhere to go, half-breed!! Accept your fate and die!" the elderly man yelled, a slight intonation of hatred in his voice.
The boy looked around, while staring at the angry villagers, with their torches ablaze and ready to kill the boy.
Fereydoon ran to the northwest gate and around the path in the plaza that made a semicircle. He met the boy and the angry villagers, who were raising their torches and turning their weapons into stabbing positions.
"This way! Quickly!" he yelled, running towards the gates of a large mansion.
The boy glanced at the angry villagers, and without a moment of thought, ran after Fereydoon to the mansion.
"Stop them! If he goes into Lady Diana's mansion, there will be nothing we can do!!" the prejudicial villager yelled.
"Burn the mansion!!" yelled the scornful villager.
"You idiot! We can't do that!" yelled the prejudicial villager.
"But he'll get away!!!" yelled the scornful villager. "If Lady Diana protects him, then she's just as bad as he is!"
The villagers turned to each other to argue. In the meantime, Fereydoon pushed open the gates to the large mansion, and signaled to the boy to follow him. The boy ran after him and Fereydoon closed the gates. Together, they ran up the immensely long path and up the set of stairs leading to the mansion entrance.
Fereydoon opened the doors of the mansion and ran inside, followed by the boy. He then closed the doors, leaving the angry villagers behind to argue amongst themselves.