Note: I have not heard much about Lavi's past so don't hate me if I get everything wrong. Right now I am only on volume 10, just to let you know. So here we go…
"Junior! Listen to your mother! Get over there!" he slowly trudged over to the couch where his mother was sitting, her face hard and still.
"Stop calling me that, my name is Rory!" he said defiantly, his eyes lying on his father as he sat down.
"Junior, stop changing your name. We decide what it is to be, so be quiet." Junior looked away, grinding his teeth, fighting the urge to get up and leave. He looked into the eyes that were similar to his, his mothers. She had a leafy green color in them. She had always looked pretty, even when she was looking at him like this. He remembered when he was 7 when he had gotten his first friend. She didn't smile when he told her this. She just nodded and looked at him, until he left the room. Right now he was 10, almost 11. He had wanted to go play with some friends when his mother and father had called him into the living room.
"So what are we doing here?" he looked at his father, then his mother, but no one said anything. "Please answer me."
"We knew this day would come, son. You where chosen a couple years ago, when you were about 5." His father looked at him for a moment, his eyes clear, unreadable. He looked at his mother.
"'chosen'? For what?" when no one answered he said again, "For what?"
"Excuse me, can I come in?" Junior looked quickly towards the front door, only 20 feet away. An old man stood there. He had some make up around his eyes, making him look weird. Junior stood, looking at the old man. He looked into the face of Junior, looking over his face, which was blank, his eyes, green, and his flaming red hair. "You have been chosen to be a bookman."
"A… a bookman?"
"You will collect and make records of wars, history, and you will spend most of your life doing so. For now, you will be my apprentice, learning the ways of bookmen." The old man walked into the room, coming towards Junior. "Now, it is time to leave. I will have to tell you all about bookmen. We have a long road ahead." Junior looked at his parents.
"Good bye, son." He nodded. This was probably the last time he was ever going to see them, his parents.
"Do your best, Junior." His mother got up and hugged him, kissing his hair, and sitting back down. As they walked out the door, he looked to his parents, realizing they had distanced themselves from him… to make this moment less hard. Less painful.
"Let's go."