The Birth of a Snake
Morning mist passed through the cold outpost. Quiet bird songs could be heard in the distance. All the huts in the outpost remained silent as their occupants still slept. One hut, however, was active. The birth of a child had taken place in the hut of an Iksar family. The baby Iksar resembled his reptilian father, with small, developing spines protruding out of the back of his head and scales as black as his fathers. Its eyes, however, remained a bright shade of green, like his mother. It cried and growled it was cradled in his mother's arms.
"What shall we call him, my dearest Fazzir?" the father said as he gazed upon his newborn child, cradled in Fazzir's arms.
"Vyle, my dearest husband. We shall call him Vyle." The small reptile stopped it's crying and looked up at his mother. He grinned, revealing his already developing teeth; sharp as daggers.
"Oh, and what a fitting name it is." Both parents looked at their newborn son and smiled.
BOOM!
The resounding blast filled the ears of the outpost. The father stood up and made towards the door. A greatsword leaned against the wall next to him. He grabbed it and shouldered it. "I'll be back. Hide him." He said, pointing his open hand at his son. Fazzir nodded in approval and placed him in a basket.
"Please, be quiet Vyle." Fazzir whispered, completely failing to silence the newborn child. Vyle kept on weeping and growling as Fazzir put the top on the basket. Another resounding boom filled the air along with the screams of people. The clash of metal against metal was as numerous as it was loud. Laughter filled the sky as people were slayed. One by one, everyone was killed as the unknown enemy flooded the village. "Stay out of my home, you brigands! STAY AWAY FROM ME! AAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!" Fazzir screamed in agony as she was stabbed to death.
"Yaar, hand 'e a torch matey, we're burnin' this forsaken town straight ta' Hell! Yaar!" The gruff voice rang out through the hut. Vyle continued to cry as one of the henchmen lit a torch. "Shhh, listen there me matey's, tis' the cryin' of a babe. In the basket yonder, grab 'im!" Vyle felt a ruff hand grab him by one of his arms. He continued to wail as he looked at the people who slaughtered his mother and father. "Weeell, look at what we got here. Tis' a vicious little un'." The leader said as Vyle bit his hand. The leader simply laughed and pulled his hand away. "Leave the child be, this un' doesn't deserve to die." He said as he dropped the child outside of his now burning house. "I hope to see ya' again, little un'. If ya' still feel raw bout' this, you can come find me. Now matey's, of to Qeynos!" A loud roar filled Vyle's ears as the band of human pirates walked away.