Fire... Fire... Smoke... Can't breath... Wait... Mom? Dad? What are you... No!
Quinn jolted up suddenly, gasping for air, his sheet flying off the bed. Quinn rubbed his eyes, swipping his soft pale brown hair away from his simlar colored eyes, "a dream... But the fire felt so real," he said softly to himself before he got up. He quickly changed into his summoners uniform. He hated the olive green of the fabric, and really didnt like the horn like bandana they made him wear, at least they let him use a staff rather then a silly rod, which would lessen his white magic potency. He sighed softly as he finished changing, then noticed the sheets on the floor, the plain pale yellow not drawing his attention as it blended with the light brown wood floor, not to mention it was right in the soft light coming from his window in the morning sun. He shook his head trying to forget about the horrible dream and lifted the cover. He fell back, landing with a thump on his backside. He was taken by surprised as a medium sized dog-like creature, decorated in silver feathers and fur, with wings on either side of its torso, as well as an ever sparkling gem on its forehead, cricled in the air arpund him "k-kirin i didnt summon you?" he said surprised. Kirin often poped out of the Eidolon realm on its own accord. With a quick puff of white smoke Kirin was gone, "geez..." the young boy said as he started downstairs, his dad gone and his mom in the kitchen, "morning," she said sweetly, her blond hair flowing softly as the open window let in a soft breeze. Quinn always admired his mothers beauty, her blond hair and emerald eyes, her clear skin and happy smile. He wondered where he got his looks from, he never met his real parents, he had no idea if he looked like his mother, his father, or both. "Morning mom, I dont have time to eat but I'll see you later," he said as he moved for the door. "Alright, have a good day," she said just as Quinn closed the door. Quinn looked out at the small village he called home, and the even smaller school he was about to head to for another day of learning spells he cant cast. He nodded anyway, silently reassuring himself, and started off. About half way to the school, and 10 minutes later, he was confronted by a group of three boys, two he recognized from the school, the older looking one... Had a sword strapped to his back, "warrior," Quinn whispered to himself. The boy must be one of the few people in the village who couldn't cast any magic at all, so they practice weapon use. "If it isnt the little weakling, hows your healing magic coming? Useless as always?" he said and all three of them laughed. Quinn shook his head and tried to walk around them, only to have a part of the ground in front of him burst with fire, then go out. One of the two boys he recognized held his rod pointed outwards, "no one said you could leave," he said, his voice irritatingly winney, matching his bratty appearance. He was pale with dark hair and freckles decorating his face, the other boy a little more put together, having slightly darker hair then Quinn, and darker skin. The boy with the sword stepped towards Quinn, his redish hair a prominent feature, as well as his auburn eyes that gazed at Quinn, "what? Oh i guess you wouldn't know what a fire spell is," he said laughing again. Quinn shook his head and started walking again, only to have a wall of ice stop him this time, the boy who cast fire casting blizzard instead, "thats called blizzard, learn it," he said with plenty of attitude in his voice, the warrior stepping up again. Quinn bit his lip but saw no other option, drawing his staff. The three boys ready to strike. Quinn gazed at the three and nodded as his staff glowed a faint white, signalling white magic, "healing cant save you," the black haired magic called as a purple aura formed a circle on the ground around him, a signal for a black magic spell. Quinn tapped his staff, "hold," he cast and rings of white light wrapped around the mage binding him and bringing him to his knees, his aura no longer glowing. The other mage started charging up his spell while the warrior tried to free the other mage, not understanding the spell. Quinn smirked, "ill show you that i can use black magic," he said and charged up his own purple aura, similar to the other mages, both casting at the same time. The boy pointed, "poison," he said and Quinn felt the sudden sickness and draining of health that signaled a poison ailment, but still cast his spell, "sleep," Quinn cast and the other mage dropped to the ground with a thud, sound asleep. This made the warrior give up on the hold spell and drew his blade, "how does that poison feel?" he asked acting cocky. Quinn stood, his staff glowing white, "Esuna," he said and was enveloped in gold light, the effects of poison leaving him, "couldnt tell you," Quinn responded and charged up his hold spell again, "No way!" The warrior yelled and ran for Quinn, 'the spell isn't fast enough... Ok,' Quin thought and tapped his staff, "protect," he cast and a yellow barrier intercepted the slashes of his sword. Quinn then charged up another hold spell, casting it on the warrior leaving him in the same condition as the snobby mage. Quinn had to take that chance, a purple aura swirled around him and he closed his eyes. He pushed his hands outwards, "thunder!" he cast and three bolts of light shot out and struck all three incapacitated boys knocking them unconscious and sending them flying outwards. Breathing heavily, Quinn bit his lip looking out at the now injured three boys. He closed his eyes and white cubes formed a ring around him, "Cure," he cast as a white light enveloped the three boys healing them slightly. Quinn then took off running to the school. There was a healing pot in the school and so long as he wasnt jumped again he would be fine.
After a few minutes of running Quinn reached the school and right by the front door he dipped his hands into the pot of cool crisp water, taking a light sip from the water, almost immediately feeling refreshed and healed, "thank Asura," he said softly to himself. Suddenly he heard a strange comotion from the village center he just came from, and his teacher, Mrs. Reena came out of the school to see Quinn, "i was just told a women suddenly collapsed, they believe her Eidolon was slaughtered," she said seriously, Mrs. Reena was probably the only one in the school who would talk to Quinn. But Quinn gazed at her, "who would do that... Hold on... Was it the guardian Eidolon? The mist dragon?" he asked and Mrs. Reena nodded, "so it would seem, it would also signal the coming of a threat," she said then smiled softly to Quinn, "you head home, school is canceled today," she said and went back inside, her teachers robes, auburn rather then olive, flowed as she turned, a sea of ebony and auburn as her hair moved with her robes, then she vanished into the halls.
Quinn had head back home as quickly as possible just as he walked in, "hi mom, hi dad," he said. As he finished those words many loud and huge explosions echoed, so loud that Quinn felt himself collapse, only to see darkness. Soon he felt heat all around him, and his chest was tight. He sat up and shook his head at the sight, his house was burning, no... Not just his house... Every thing was burning... He shook his head, tears streaming down the boys face. A swirling barrier of blue and yellow light circled around him, his mother and fathers bodies laying nearby, "m-mom? D-dad?" he stuttered, but got no response. He wanted to cry, he was going to cry, he couldnt help but cry, but he felt the warm light of the barrier and stood, running through the fire till he was out of the burning building, not looking back when he heared the boards splinter and the whole place collapse. All around him he ran by burned corpses, or a few that were cut down by blades. Quinn wouldn't let himself cry, till he saw two men chasing a young girl, he didnt recognize her, her hair was green, and she was in a summoners uniform, but it was a vibrant green unlike his olive. The two men were clad in full body armor, one purple the other blue. One had a black blade, while the blue armored man bore a spear. He was about to call out to her when the ground shook violently and spilt open, a rock golem breaking through the earth, summomed by the now screaming girl. Quinn felt himself jerked and thrown about, till all went black again, his barrier unable to sheild him from such potent magic.
Soon Quinn awoke, unsure where he was, all he could see was the woods behind him, and the giant chasm in front of him. Quinn stood and looked around, suddenly hearing a mans voice from behind him, "Oi, boy! You alright!" he called as he approached, he was clad in silver armor, and wore a large thick sword as well as a sheild on his back. Quinn panicked, remebering the two men chasing the girl. He cluched his staff, thankfully he had that with him, and jumped to his feet facing the approaching man. The man stopped and looked at the young boy, "a summoner? And a young one at that," he said and bent down on one knee, bringing the much taller man down to Quinns height, "Now now, dont be afraid, names King, what has you all the way out here?" he asked. Now that he was upclose, Quinn was surprised. The way the man spoke did not match his face, he couldnt have been over 20. He had pale skin and short dirty blond hair, with slight stuble placing a faint beard in his near future. Quinn found himself blushing softly, though he couldnt tell why. He also couldnt tell why... Why he felt he could talk to this man, "M-my village... I-it was burned down... And my parents they were... They," he stuttured finding himself on the brink of tears again. Suddenly a large hand was on his back, "Im sorry for what happened to your village... You've never left it have you?" king asked and Quinn answered by shaking his head. King smiled softly at Quinn, making him blush again for no reason, "Well... You cant stay here, and there is no way im leaving you on your own... So how about you come with me, at least until you find some place to stay," he said in a warm kind voice, his demeanour and even voice having changed drastically. Quinn thought, he had no where else to go... He nodded softly, "where?" he asked. King smiled, "Mysidia is where im heading, there's a man there i need to speak to, though making it there is so difficult."