On the outskirts of Vale lived a teenage boy by the name of Conner. His parents had died when he was five years old and because of this he spent the rest of his life in an orphange. One day Conner was taking a stroll through the local farmers market. "Well, well, well...look at all of this potential." He thought to himself. He spotted a fruit stand not too far from where he was and decided it was time for lunch.
Conner pulled his hood up so it would hide his face when he looked down. He started to slowly walk towards the fruit stand, gently bumping into other people as he moved. As he walked past the stand he quickly grabbed an apple and slide it into his pocket but the theft had not gone unnoticed.
"Hey you, in the hood! Don't move a muscle!" shouted an agitated salesman. Conner froze for a second then took off running as fast as he could. Still being chased, Conner ducked into a very poorly lit allyway and hid behind a dumpster. The salesman arrived a few short moments later searching for the hooded theif, "Come out and get the beating you desirve you lowlife!"
Pissed about being called a lowlife, Conner showed himself pulling his hood down revilng his wolf ears showing the salsman he was a fanus. "Now see, That's where your wrong. I mean come on...five len for an old and brusied apple? That's insanity...if you ask me I just did your custemers a favor." said Conner taking a not so juciy bite from the apple.
"So, you saw the price huh? Well now your going to pay it!" The salesman charged at Conner with a closed fist only to have him move out of the way. Conner spit out the apple he had in his mouth before speaking, "I guess you don't want to talk this out huh? Ok tubby, come get a piece." Enraged by being called fat, the salesman tries to hit Conner yet again but this time Conner threw the apple at him hitting him square in the eye.
About this time the salesman pulles a dust pistol out from his pocket. "End of the road for you thief!" but as the salesman said this Conner had already pulled his sword out from it's sheath and had it at his neck. "I don't think so pig, put it down and kick it behind you or I slit your jugular right here and now." The salesman does as he's told and kickes his gun away. "Good boy" says Conner with an evil smile. "Now, all I wanted was an apple that should've been in the trash but this fighting has worked up quite the appitite."
"Here, take my money, I don't need it." says the salesman as he throws Conner his wallet. Conner picks it up with the blade still on the neck of his lastest foe. "Well don't mind if I do take your len, it's much better in my hands anyways. Now, from now on...you stay away from Ashley and her family or you'll be seeing me again...got it?" asked Conner pushing his sword harder into the salesman's neck.
"G-got it, l-l-loud and c-clear sir." "Good, just remeber I'll be watching you." Conner walks away destroying the dust pistol with a hard stomp as he put his hood back on. The salesman, relived that his life had been spared, fell to the ground in tears.