A/N: Ok, so, to all the fans of The adventures of LPF, I decided since I am the almighty creator of William shakes fist in triumph, it is only natural that it should be me who tells his story. This is my first Ragnarok Online FanFic and I don't even have Ragnarok online yet, so pleeeeeease be gentle with you're reviews.

Disclaimer: If I were really as rich as the inventor, would I be talking to you?

Chapter one: The great escape

I got up off the bench and stretched out my arms, they were killing me from working out, I was making my arms stronger to keep my shoulders strong enough to hold the Sword of Akron, The very first child of prophecy. I stretched a little more then decided I would go see what Iciris was up to.

Iciris

Name: Iciris Agatu

Hair colour: Dark Brown

Eye colour: One Green, One Blue

Distinguishing marks: Special Eyes.

History: Not much yet, but he is the child of prophecy, and has been training all his life to become the greatest hero this world has ever seen, nothing to interesting.

I walked through the corridors to the self-defence room and peered through the window, but no one was there except for two imperial guards. They marched out through the door and stopped me. They looked me over.

"Young William, Have you seen the Child of Prophecy?" He looked down at me through his chain male face guard.

"You mean Iciris, I suppose? No, no, can't say I have, I was just looking for him, why?" I eyed him suspiciously.

"That, my dear child, is none of your business, now is it?" The other guard spat.

"No, Denerion, It is all right, he is the child's advisor," He looked over to me as Denerion, the other guard, nodded, "He has gone missing, we presumed he had gone to see you again, but I see he hasn't. If you do see him, please send him back to his self-defence class," and with this they marched off down the corridor.

"Weird," I mumbled. I headed off to the library to study more on my job as Iciris' advisor.

William

Name: William Imuray

Hair colour: Blonde

Eye colour: Ice Blue

Distinguishing marks: Sword shaped birth mark on left palm.

History: Not too much as of yet. He was born with the birth mark that made him the Chosen Advisor to the Child of Prophecy. He has studied the prophecy since he was old enough to read, and is being trained to carry the sword of Akron. It is his job and his job alone to make sure the prophecy is fulfilled

I pushed open the double doors to the library and walked over to the familiar shelf and that contained the book of prophecies. I flipped to the page of the Dark Lord's destroyer, and then went to the short paragraph that told of my part in the prophecy.

Five years before the Child of Prophecy is born, his Chosen Advisor will come to be. He will have a birth mark that will mark him as the advisor. A sword's shape will be imprinted upon his left palm. It will be his job, and his job alone to help the Child on his quest, as well, it is his job to be sure the prophecy will be fulfilled.

I walked to a corner and leaned against the wall, flipping through the pages of the book when I suddenly fell, the wall had opened up to reveal a secret passage way. I watched as Iciris, chased by Denerion and his guard friend. They grabbed at him but kept missing.

"Oh, come on, you do better than that!" He yelled back to them laughing. He ran passed me into the library.

"We'll get you yet!" Denerion yelled angrily, but Iciris just laughed. I stood up crossly.

"Would you be quiet!?" I hollered at them "Last time I checked this was a library!" They ran faster after Iciris, but his youth helped him easily outrun them. Denerion leaped at him, knocking him roughly to the ground. Denerion's partner, Marcus, grabbed him roughly by the scruff of the neck and dragged him through the large doors, followed closely by Denerion.