Prologue

A small, black haired boy stood shivering in the cold, not knowing where to go, or how to get to the west of Fiore. He clutched the ice figure of his first master, Ur, who was always warm, even if she was an ice wizard. The raven haired boy just hoped that warmth would be passed onto him. He attempted making a fire, just a few minutes ago, but it was too cold and the pieces of firewood he found were wet from the snow. Sighing he thought about his adoptive brother, Lyon. How was he holding up? Was he going through the same thing? Or did he already work out how to make money? Probably stole, knowing Lyon.

The raven haired boy wrapped his tattered coat around his small body and tried to ignore the rumbling sounds coming from his stomach. He hasn't eaten for at least a week. Last time he ate was when he had his last meal with Ur and Lyon. Oh god, he was going to die he was going to die as an eight year old. He was going to join his parents when he didn't even get to live his life. He inspected the wound he got when fighting Deliora. Just the thought of that demon made him shudder. The wound was already infected, even though he wrapped his shirt around it as tight as possible.

His fingers were a pale shade of blue, yes, he's an ice Mage but he isn't completely immune of the cold. In other words, he's in a forest in a middle of the winter with his shirt wrapped around his leg, clothes and shoes that are about to fall apart. Not to mention he hasn't eaten for a while and he's eight. He felt all the energy get drained from his body, slowly and painfully. He wasn't going to last for much longer, and he knew it. The raven haired wizard tried getting up but hissed as he put pressure on his injured leg. Tears of pain spilled from his eyes, but they froze to his skin midway. He took a few ragged breathes and began limping and hopping forwards hoping to make at least some sort of progress. He has to make it to the west. Ur would've wanted him to.

A twig snapped. He tensed up. Just yesterday, a bear attacked him. He used up most of his magic energy just to scare the thing off. He felt useless, his injured leg isn't making his magic energy refuel much faster, it's slowed its recharge by at least a week.

Heavy footsteps went the boy's way, making him freeze. He didn't want to deal with anyone at the moment, unless they came to save him. That's a different story. Nevertheless, he hid behind a tree, just to make sure that the footsteps weren't from some sort of crazy psycho maniac who murders small children like him on a daily basis. But no, there was one more. Unless this person were a nutter, no one would jump with a weird beat through a snowy forest. Maybe it's Lyon, but the chances of that are close to nil.

"I'm sure I've heard someone walk around here." A girly voice, who didn't sound much older than the disciple of Ur. Maybe ten or eleven years old.

"And you're sure it's a kid?" A much much deeper voice asked demandingly. Gray held his breath, and tried to be as quiet as he can make himself.

"I'm positive. Don't worry nii-chan. Daddy won't die if we don't get someone else." The girl said.

"Yuri, I think the kid you're talking about is here." The older, male said quietly. "I'm sensing sadness coming from behind the tree."

"Let's go check it out big brother!" Yuri exclaimed, giggling slightly. The raven haired ice Mage held gasped slightly. They can sense him? How is that even possible? He'd never heard of such a magic before. "HI! The ice Mage jumped when a girl with half her hair black and the other purple hopped in front of him.

"AAGH!" The ice Mage yelled, falling to the ground, landing on the ground with a thump, making his injured leg hurt more than ever.

"Oh my word!" Yuri shrieked. "Are you alright?"

"He just fell over, it's not like he broke any bones." Yuri's apparent older brother said.

"Can you get up?" Yuri asked. The ice Mage didn't answer. He just attempted to stand and cried out in pain because of his leg. "You're hurt! Where? What's wrong? Let me help you!" Yuri asked frantically.

"Yuri, it's his leg. His trouser are soaked in blood." Yuri's older brother commented.

"What happened? Where are your parents?" Yuri asked, genuinely concerned. After a long silence, and a glare, Yuri got the hint. "Oh. It's ok, I get it. We lost our mom last year. I'm Yuri and this is my brother Sanjo." She smiled.

"What's your name, kid?" Sanjo asked.

"Gray." He muttered coldly.