It was a quiet life, with nothing to bother him. The war had been raging for years already, but to Kite, it wasn't a problem. He was to young to go to the war, and anyways, the war was in Ossyria. Like he would ever go there!

Kite got out of bed. Outside, he could hear giggling noobs rushing off to train at the Perion training grounds. Suckers. They would be knocked out at least ten times today, he estimated.

Ha. Well, at least he could go and hunt in peace after them.

Several hours later

GaspWheeze Kite gripped his fish-on-a-stick and whacked the axe-stump with a powerful ... um...power strike. Haha. It growled and vanished.

"Gack! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!" someone shrieked. Kite grinned. Some noob was about to die. Even though Kite usually ignored these people, he found himself walking toward the voice. He grumbled to himself, slaying stumps and he passed.

-Flashback---

"Kite, don't fear."

"But, Mom, what if I die? What I can't find anyone?" Little 6-year-old Kite was about to begin his training as a Dragon Knight. It would mark the beginning of his step into the outside world.

"Kite. Life will be hard. The path you choose is not an easy one, but who promised us days without rain, nights without moon, or years without sorrow? I promise you, the life of a warrior will be an honorable one, with many joys. Don't fear. Look, someone is already outside, waiting for you!"

Kite peeped outside; there was a boy outside waving and shouting excitedly. He had small blue eyes and black metro hair.

"Hey Kite!" And Kite's adventures with Aoshi began.

-End Flahsback---

Kite gritted his teeth. Aoshi was gone, most likely dead. And now what? Was there any joy or honor for him? No! he thought.

He rounded the corner and to his surprise, it was a thief, not much lower level than he was. What was the thief doing here? At this time? However, the thief did not seem to sneaking and sneering like the villains he had heard of. In fact, he was actually fighting pretty valiantly. But if he was throwing stars, the monsters had surrounded him, so that he was unable to throw any. He was forced to fight with melee, uncommon for thieves others than bandits.

His blood dripped on the ground, running from many wounds. His face was twisted with pain. He was a lot younger than Kite. He glanced at Kite's direction. Kite flinched. The boy's eyes were a bright shade of amethyst. The boy grinned despite his wounds.

"Well, are you going to help or not?" Kite snapped back. His gloved hands gripped the end of his spear and began power-striking the stumps and boars. When the last of them lay dying on the floor, the boy collapsed. He panted as he got back his breath. Kite watched him with an amused face.

The boy came out of the gloom and sat on a green relaxer. "Whoa, I got to see a cleric or something soon. And recharge my stars, yeah. Thanks there, mate. By the way, who are you?"

"Cheeky aren't you?! Well, I'm Kite. And ha! I'm a warrior." Kite smirked.

"Yah, that's a bit obvious," smiled purple-eye-boy. "Well, anyways. I'm going to Ellinia to find a cleric or something, yeah." He got up, wobbled, and fell back on the ground. "Darn, looks like I'm not going anywhere." He undid one of the straps on his pack. Then he took a red potion and drunk it. "Well, I'll stay one night, yeah. Then, I'm leaving, yeah." He took a running jump and landed on a ledge above them. He continued to jump.

"Wait!!" shouted Kite, "You didn't tell me your name!" God, he sounded like a girl. The thief was already bounding off into the distance.

"I'm Khakx. Remember that."