Kai's origin story:
He was two when he became a big brother. He was five when he became the man of the house and CEO of the family store. He was still five when he realized that no one wanted to buy anything made by a five year old, and thus this really wasn't working out…
The auburn haired fiver year old boy stood on tiptoe to flip the open sign over to close. The blacksmith shop was a disaster zone, metal parts all over the place, a three year old girl with black hair sitting in the middle of the floor. Stepping off of the footstool, he dragged the three legged footstool back to the backroom. Turning around again, he walked over to his baby sister, grabbing her by the grubby hand. "Marcher! Here boy!" He attempted to whistle, failing miserably.
A loud bark filled the air, before a mostly pitch black, his front paws and the tip of his tail were a medium brown color, dog that was taller than the boy came charging into the room. Skidding to a halt, his long pink tongue darted out, licking the two small children. Squealing, the boy tried to push the dog away. "Gross! Marcher! Down boy! Come on Nya…we need to pack. We can't stay here cause we're not making any money for stuff." The boy helped his sister up and led her to the upstairs bedroom.
Marcher bounded up the stairs behind them, his tongue lolling out. Sitting at the edge of the top step, which looked into the attic bedroom, Marcher watched as the boy dragged out his missing father's backpack he used for long hikes. "Ok… get your dollies and put them in here, sissy." He unzipped the backpack, a grin on his face, pleased with his plan to help them survive.
Marcher tilted his head in confusion, panting as he watched him walk around the room, grabbing clothes, blankets and pillows. As well as picture books and a toy sword. A frown crossed his tiny face as he shoved their jackets, winter coats, sweaters, pants, Nya's dresses, skirts, shorts, shirts, blouses, all of their blankets, pillows, his toy soldiers and dragons…and everything else that was in the room. Marcher shook his head, before walking over and shoving his snout into the bag, pulling out several blankets that didn't quite fit into the bag…and weren't the special ones that their mother had sewn herself for them.
Clapping his hands together, the boy petted the dog on the top of his head. "Good job Marcher! We won't take everything with us, just the stuff that can fit…Nya's diapers! Those got to fit! She ain't potty trained yet!" The boy scrambled off, pulling a drawer open to reveal a good, three month supply of diapers. Scooping them out of the drawer, he carried the diapers to the backpack and shoved them in as hard as he could. "Nya! Do you have all of your dollies in here?"
"Uh uh." Nya shook her head fiercely, as she held tightly to a doll about the same size has her that was wearing a red silk kimono, short course hair framing the scratched up porcelain face.
The boy frowned as he looked at the doll. "Isn't that 'A'ole? Mommy's old doll that she gave to you?"
Nodding her head in confirmation, the little girl hugged the doll tightly against her chest. "Me miss Momma."
A sigh escaped the boy as he walked over to hug her tightly. "I miss Mommy too. And Daddy. But the a-duels said that they ain't comin' back. I'm sure that they didn't mean to forget us…" Marcher leapt up suddenly, slobbering all over the boy's face. Laughing, he pushed the big dog down. "Or Marcher. Now help me drag this back down to the kitchen."
Several minutes later, Marcher was hovering behind the two kids as the boy stopped to catch his breath, panting from his excursion to get the heavy bag down the steps. "Ok…new plan. We get the sled out!"
Marcher pointed his ears forward, excitement dancing in his eyes. Sled was one of his favorite words, since it meant snow and the boy laughing when they go fast! Tail wagging fast, he bounded into the open garage door. The boy had already pulled the sled off of the wall and was pushing the backpack onto it. Patting the open seat behind the heavy bag, he turned to face his little sister. "Come here sissy…you and 'A'ole can ride with our stuff."
Nya climbed onto the sled, still clutching the priceless doll in her tiny arms. "Ok…Kai'i."
"Kai." He quickly corrected his little sister, before pulling out the old leaky tent that was set to the side to be thrown out. Tossing it onto the sled, he climbed up onto sled, sitting on top of the old tent. "Ok…now we have something to sit on. Umm… I better start pulling us out of the garage." Climbing back down, he walked over to the front of the sled and grabbed the heavy duty rope at the front.
Turning to face the wide open driveway…and the late summer evening sky, he began walking out the door. Marcher by his side, tail a waggin', while the sled slowly inched forward. By the time that Kai reached the bottom of the short hill that they lived on top off, his arms were burning from the extrusion and he was covered in sweat. Dropping the rope onto the ground, he went back to the old tent and sat down on it again. "This is impossible! The sled is too heavy for me to pull!" As he whined about the difficulty that was his life, Marcher walked over and stepped into the rope so that it was surrounding him. Kai frowned as he looked up noticing this for the first time. "Marcher? Whatcha doin' boy?"
Marcher gave him a look, a loud bark escaping him again… right before he bent down and grabbed the rope into his mouth. Kai snapped his fingers, excitement dancing in his eyes. "That's right! Daddy taught you to pull the sled whenever I want to go sledding! Good boy Marcher! You pull the sled into those woods over there that Mommy has forbidden has to go into, while Nya and I will eat the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that I made for dinner." Kai pulled out the squashed sandwiches out of his pocket. "Marcher, march!"
Gripping the rope with his teeth, Marcher took off into the general direction of the woods… while the two kids hungrily ate the sandwiches for their dinner. Nya lifted a sticky hand up and smoothed out her doll's hair, keeping it out of her face as she ate.
Kai shifted slightly, unzipping the backpack and digging out their blankets to wrap themselves in. "We don't want to get too cold out here. Daddy says that's bad for our heath."
Nya smiled as she wrapped the ocean blue blanket with her name stitched into around her tightly.
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Marcher kept his ears flicked up, eyes alert for danger as he slowly neared the woods. Sniffing the air, he crept forward, noting the different scents in the air. A loud yawn alerted him that his young charges were falling asleep as he moved through the dark woods. Turning his head, he spotted Nya curled up under her special blanket, sound asleep. Kai had slid off of the tent was rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he snuggled deeper into his special blanket. His toy wooden sword sticking out from under the bundle of blankets and sleepy bodies. Turning his attention back to where he was going, he wove his way through the under bush, looking for someplace that would be perfect for a campsite.
A/N: Hello! So, Stormy and I were talking the other day and this was born. The first six chapters will be taking place roughly in order; some of the things will be at the same time. Also, I hope you all enjoy it!
Next chapter will be Zane's origin story. Lloyd's origin story will be a two partner… I think. We will see when we get there.
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