Revised. Thanks LewiBro. I'll keep that in mind.

Chapter 1:

Loss

"Protect your sister and brother at all costs, no matter what happens!"

The little yordle nodded.

"I want you to have this," the older yordle said while unwrapping a bundle of cloth that revealed a weapon resembling a boomerang and was composed of jawbone and leather. "I don't have the time to teach you how to use this now but I have to go outside and help defend the village, do you understand? So please, please protects your siblings and stay safe!" The father of the yordle gave him a small kiss of his furry forehead and started to leave.

Gnar nodded.

I have to. Be strong. For me and your siblings.

"Gnar, I must defend the village and without me, the village will fall," Gnar's father said, staring at the little yordle's sad face.

Gnar started to tearing as his father closed the door to their little hut but he tried to cheer himself up. Right after his dad left, he tried to look for his siblings and found that they were hiding under his bed. His younger brother was trying to comfort their little sister.

"Big brother! Nara's afraid. She doesn't want to come out of your bed so I joined her here. Is that okay, big brother?"

Gnar could not resist but join them as well under his bed as well and told them silly jokes to keep his siblings spirits up. Since their mother had gone away earlier and their father to the small walls made from mud bricks that they had built years ago. Gnar knew the walls were not safe for a little yordle like him but he wasn't afraid. His dad had taught him everything he knew to survive. But right now, that was not what concerned Gnar.

The noises, sounds of creatures unknown and screams and shouts of the yordle villagers, grew louder and louder as each second passed. Gnar told his brother to cover his sister's ears but doing so did not help her. Her fear grew bigger and bigger as did the noises.

Soon, after minutes of inactivity, Gnar told his brother to stay put and he got out under the bed and held to his boomerang as tightly as he could. He wanted to look outside through the window but everything was dark and the same noises still grew. Not knowing what would happen, he dared himself to look outside and he saw fire. Hot, red, and destructive fire had torn the village as if it had never been there at all.

Still looking outside, the door abruptly opened and surprised Gnar. His dad had showed up, his eyes hardened with what he seen.

"Son, go get your siblings, hurry!"

Without any delay, Gnar went back to his bedroom and motioned for them to get up and come with him.

"Big brother, Nara won't come out. You have to help me!" Gnar's brother yelled, panic present in his voice. Gnar looked around to see if anything could convince her sister to get out. He noticed that Nara was without her doll that their mother made for her on her birthday years ago.

He rushed to his sister's room and grabbed the doll, made with various fabrics sown together to look like a bunny. Gnar came back and gave the doll to his sister which made her get out of their hiding place.

Once out of his bedroom, their father took his sister's hand and beckoned the two brother to follow him.

One step outside was all it took.

Gnar woke up sweating and sobbing. He had dreamt of the same thing over and over since the event had happened. His father came in and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Same dream?"

He nodded.

"You know what? We could practice with the boomerang today so you can forget about the whole thing, yes?"

He nodded again.

Gnar stood up from his bed and clutched at his chest as if he was in pain. Over his chest laid a small but visible scar that ran in the middle of chest. Gnar tried to pay no attention to his healed wound but it still hurt him.

Both of the yordles came out Gnar's bedroom and was surprised with Nara's sleepy eyes while she stood in front of the door, clutching her doll, now missing an ear, very lightly.

"Good morning Nara."

The two year old responded with a soft yawn.

"We're going outside. Do you want to come with us?"

She nodded and grabbed his dad's orange hand.

They arrived at a small clearing just nearby their house and Gnar had brought along with him his boomerang that he had kept in his waist tied to his loincloth every day.

Gnar's father had set up practice target long ago so that the little yordle could practice whenever he wanted. The targets were arranged specifically so that Gnar had to curve his throws and hit the covered target at the sides. Although, Gnar had already mastered throwing his boomerang straight right after the attack, he still couldn't do what his father wants him to do.

Make the boomerang curve while it's flying.

"Gnar, show me how far you have improved after all this months."

Gnar sighed and nodded and threw his boomerang horizontally and the object spun rapidly and headed towards one of the small wooden pole that blocked the target's path.

"Bullseye! Great work, Gnar. You've hit the wooden pole. Now you just have to curve your throw and hit the actual target and you'll be able to beat me in a duel anytime soon."

Gnar was smirked and faked his delight in hearing that from his father, considering that his dad was able to do what could not in his first try or so the other yordles say. If his village wasn't destroyed by those creatures, his instinct, although still child-like, would be a lot sharper and a whole lot better than his dad's but he didn't mind that his dad was better. He was the head of the family after all and he took care of their family.

Gnar clutched his chest in pain one more time before he started walking towards his dad by the targets.

"NARA, GAR, RUN!" Gnar had shouted the two when the creatures were steadily closing in on them. All his life, he knew danger but this was not the type of danger but that doesn't matter now, he thought, his life was in danger and so was his family and the entire tribe.

His father was standing close to Gnar while throwing razor sharp knives that he had carved from dead animal bones. Gnar did not know what to do other than try to keep his siblings safe. Yelling at them to hurry up, one of the creatures had grabbed on Nara's doll. The little yordle tried yanking it from the creature but it persisted its pull. Dar told his sister to let go and that they could get another one. Nara shook her head and tugged at the doll harder which caused the doll to rip its ear off.

Once the ear was torn apart from the doll, Dar carried his sister and ran as fast as he could with her on his back. He almost had a close call there, he thought to himself. When he reached Gnar, he gave Nara to him and it was his turn to carry her.

"Dad, where's mom?" Dar asked worriedly.

"She's with grandmas helping people to get out here. Don't worry about her. I know she's strong and she can handle herself."

Gnar, on the other hand, was filled with rage and anger as the creatures that had attacked their once peaceful village but now torn apart with their viciousness and ferocity. At first it seemed that they were all doomed and that their lives would now be over just because the creatures attacked. Gnar blamed it on them. The creatures.

ANGER.

RAGE!

GNAR!

Dar and father saw Gnar groaning from pain and his eyes were a bright red color and so was his orange fur that now turned to a dark shade of red. Other than that, his normal yordle height changed as well as his body structure. In an instant, from the small yordle, he became a massive monster who did nothing but take pleasure in destruction but it still felt like Gnar was there with the monster shouting his name every few seconds.

The monster that Gnar became wasted no time in heading towards the creatures. He immediately chucked and lobbed large boulders that he would literally grab from the ground. After a few minutes of fighting, it seemed that his brute force was relentless but he looked like he was "playing" with the creatures just somewhat roughly.

"Dad, please stop him!" Nara cried.

Her father looked down to her and said nothing. Though, he motioned for his children to come before Gnar might accidentally hurt them

Once out of Gnar's sight, the three hid in another hut but this time, their father stayed since he could no longer do anything for the village. For once, he had lost faith that he would actually be able to save the village after his years saving it form monsters and other yordles alike.

Nara cried once more and gave her little doll and tight hug as he asked his dad to bring Gnar back to them. Dar begged the same. Their father only shook his head to tell them that he can't.

Gnar and his father always knew that he could transform whenever he felt rage and anger. No one in his tribe could do so. It was just Gnar. No one else knew until now. Villagers of their tribe would probably think of him as a monster, but that didn't matter now, their father thought, he just can't save him until he transformed back to normal. But when would he transform back? And where?

Gnar smiled deeply at his sister as she held his hand more firmly. She returned the gesture and both of them walked towards the entrance of the village healer's house. It took them a few days to reach the place so they would only visit once every two weeks.

Inside, Gnar saw a variety of plants and containers and to him, it smelled like someone had taken some manure and just dumped it there. He saw his sister smelled it as well from the looked very disgruntled. He merely laughed it off and said ew.

As they headed further in the large hut, he saw a lot of sick yordles and some had weird white lumps over their skins. Gross, Gnar thought, laughing hysterically at their funny looks. Gnar passed by a lot of sick people before reaching a certain bed. He looked at its occupant and there laid a female yordle way older than his father.

"Hey grandma," was all Gnar could mutter. His sister approached her and gave her a wide hug which she accepted and returned.

"Gnar, my dear. I am so happy to see you! It's been so long since I've seen you and your sister. I bet you probably miss them, huh?"

Gnar nodded and gave her a big smile.

"How are you doing, my dear?" she asked.

"I'm fine, grandma. I need to get some fresh air. This place smells really bad," he replied annoyingly. Gnar left his grandmother, who laughing silently at him, and passed by his father who gave him a grin. But soon returned his gaze back to his mother.

Gnar sat down by the entrance and told himself that he won't even return to that place any more. Gnar just hated the smell, although it was funny. Reminds him of the attack though. But then, he tried to forget about the past.

Gnar just sat down a simple wooden stool and started drawing pictures of his family on the dirt. He drew Nara, his dad, his mom, Dar, himself holding his trusty boomerang. While in the process of drawing Dar, he heard footsteps getting closer to him. He looked up and suddenly, he was shocked to see his brother. Happiness went over him and ran towards him.

"Gnar! I haven't seen in you in forever!"

"Dar!" Gnar stood up and ran to give his brother a big embrace. The two brother has not seen each other in three months. "Where's mom? I miss her so much!"

Dar chuckled and pointed his finger behind him. There stood a younger yordle about the age of his dad. Gnar almost looked like her mother but she has a bowtie on her right ear which distinguished her from most of the yordles back then when they had a tribe.

"MOM!"

Right after Gnar yelled in delight, Nara and their father came out of the large hut. Smiles grew on everyone's faces as they went to hug each other in joy of seeing everyone complete once more.

Gnar woke up in the middle of the ravaged hut. His chest had a searing pain and he wanted to cry but he could not bear himself to do so. Additionally, he didn't know where he was. He only saw his boomerang by his hand and he laid in the middle of a torn up house. That did not help distinguish where he was at all. At first, he wanted to cry but he remembered what his father said: "Be strong." And he planned in doing so.

He stood up and dusted his fur and looked on his surroundings. Pretty much devastated. There ought to be something, he thought. He kept looking but there was nothing. His mind muddled with all that was happening. First, he was missing, second, his family was nowhere to be found. But it changed in an instant.

"Gnar! Help me get grandma. She was hit by one the creatures in the leg. It's pretty bad."

"Mom?"

Gnar turned around and saw his mother carrying his grandmother on her back. He then rushed to his side and took the weight off of her mom.

"Thank goodness you're safe, son. But where's your dad and your siblings?" she asked frantically.

"I don't know mom," tears formed in his eye, "The last thing I remember was Dar carrying Nara to me and everything just went black. I really don't know where they are! I don't kno-"

"It's okay. It's okay," she said, trying to comfort his son, "Now, you have to be strong for me and your grandma, okay?"

Gnar nodded in response.

"Good," now calming down, she motioned his son to come over and lay his grandmother over the blackened table. "Go find something that we can cover her leg."

Gnar wordlessly agreed and searched the destroyed house in search for any cloth that he could find. To his dismay, he found nothing. Nothing was left of the house except for a big hole that peeked into the whole hut. In his dismay, his desperation to have something right forced him to go outside where peace was vanquished by death everywhere.

As Gnar stepped out of the hut, the first thing he saw was a large paw print which resembled the paws of the little yordle but was ten time bigger than Gnar's. He then looked at his own feet and only saw the dirt that had lodged itself between the creases of his paw. Gnar saw more of the paw print that ran along a straight path that seemed to originate somewhere the nearby forests. He suddenly realized that he just transformed into the monster and somehow ended up in the hut.

The little yordle moved further away from the hut and Gnar moved through area as he searched house by house but to no luck, he wasn't able to find anything but a container of water that was still somehow intact amidst the chaos. Grandma could use it, he thought to himself.

While walking around, double checking if he had left anything, he encountered a small voidling. Gnar's whole body froze as terror took over his body. The small voidling saw this and stomped at the ground with its four legs roughly, creating a small cloud of dust that blew away faster than the purple creature could make. Gnar still in place, the creature started to walk towards him ominously and a smile formed in its lips. When the voidling was about two yards away from the little yordle, he heard a faint whoosh from his side and just saw the voidling get hit by something.

Gnar snapped out of it and adrenaline took over as he grabbed his boomerang and stabbed the voidling in its back with the sharp end of the weapon and the voidling squealed in pain as it died through the blow that Gnar had dealt. At the same time, the creature had shot a ball of energy that directly hit Gnar's chest and he clutched his chest as searing pain took over.

"Are you alright?" a voice behind Gnar made him turn around, "Are you alright?"

Gnar shakily nodded in response.

"Did it hurt you?"

Gnar shook his head and he knew he had lied.

"Good, now we have get you out of here."

Shaking his head to get rid of his dizziness he said, "I-I can't. Not yet!" I have to get to my grandma! S-she's hurt and I need to find something to cover her wounds."

"Okay. I have what you need but we have to get out of here after we get your grandmother. It's not very safe here, okay?"

Gnar simply nodded still clutching his chest.

"Lead the way."

Gnar traced his way back to the hut and the yordle behind him followed. Once they reached the hut, Gnar entered and was surprised with a warm hug.

"Oh, Gnar! I shoudn't have sent you outside!" his mom said while trying to contain sobs.

"It's okay mom. I got what we need," he replied silently, "We should be able to get grandma now. The guy behind me says he has it."

The yordle gave Gnar's mom a long strand of cloth and it was probably enough. His mom took his hand and shook it really and she expressed her thanks multiple times before she had let go. His mom then went to his grandma's side and wrapped her leg with the cloth. After her mother had bandaged her, Gnar gave her a drink from the container he found earlier.

"Good idea, Gnar," his mom said proudly but tears still trickled down her face.

"We got to go."

Gnar took his grandmother and carried her on his back. His mother prepared her weapon which strikingly resembled his own. Now that they were ready, they all headed out of the hut.