A/N: alright people this isn't my first story, but I normally write them on paper and destroy them later. Don't kill me because of the pairing, I like it! I do love the whole Zhou yu x Xiao Qiao pairing, huge fan, but these two are like paper and glue, by the way to anyone who writes Xiao Qiao stories your grate and so are the stories, I love her she's a babe! Read and enjoy!
P.S.: I have avoided some characters. Because 1 they suck and 2 there boring oh and some characters are mine.
Heroes. What are heroes' made of? Good looks, Expectable swordsmanship, Bravery so fierce that it would strike fear into the hearts of lions, The ability to charm any woman just by simply smiling or is it simply doing something great that in the end has no true rewards but the feeling of accomplishment and knowing that you have done the right thing.
"Heroes are made of stern stuff, not soft and cushy things mom!?" a high pitch whine followed form the small room.
"heroes, my little one are made of pride, gluttony and rage, each hero has a reason to fight, no matter what the reason is, good or bad, they start out fighting for themselves and threw a chain of events end up doing a great, that is all nothing more" the old lady explained, lolling her head back. A peaceful look on her face.
" uh uh, Grammy, heroes fight with swords and fight for justice and win the princess and be heroes, not what you said at all" the boy replied shaking his head so his spiked red hair moved with it.
" alright my boy, bed time, you need rest, tomorrow is your 6th birthday and you know what that means" the boy's father said from the wooden chair in the corner.
"oh dad can't I stay up a little longer? I'm 5 and I'm a big boy, big boys don't go to bed while the sun is still up, right Grammy?" the boy said practically begging his grandmother to overturn her sons rule, in the hopes that he may be able to stay up a little longer.
" no darling, you are a big strong growing boy and need all the rest you can get or you'll start to look like your baby brother all little forever, then you will never be a hero" is mother added pointing her finger to the next room.
"oh alright but, tomorrow i want to stay up just a little longer okay?" he said yawning and walking into the next room.
He tucked himself into his small bundle of sheets, lay his little head onto his home made pillow. He looked onto the window and closed his eyes in visioning himself as a tall muscular man with long blonde hair a sword in his hand and a beautiful red headed princess in the other. The thought sailed to sleep.
Clip of the next chapter: the crew of the devil and the will of a broken angel:
Ning's eyes slowly opened. He rubbed his face trying to let them adjust to the light that was streaming in threw the small cubby hole in the cabin. He groaned and sat up trying not to smack his head on the buck on top of his own.