Hey there everybody, how's it going? Ok, ok, thats good. Or maybe not, it's not like I can hear you. Anyway, this is my very first fanfic, and it might not be very good, but give me a chance. As a matter of fact, help a brotha out and leave some feedback for me in a review. I appreciate all of it. Ok, enough with this banter, on with the story. BUT first, take it away Locke!

Locke: Outcast doesn't own Dragon Nest or any of the in-game characters. He does however own me and a few of my friends.

Chapter 1: The Hero in the Tool Shed

Alone. It's the word I've come to use to describe myself. It's exactly what I am, living on the edge of Ironwood. Ever since my dad left and my mom...left me too, no one comes to see me. All of my friends left me to accept and cope with it all, but they stopped caring, and just stopped coming to check on me. The only people that come by my little tool shed are the local warriors that think that they can take me on. Oh, only if they knew who they were messing with beforehand.

Being lonely has it's advantages. Not having any obligations or distractions other than food, sleep, and bathroom breaks lets me train all day. I've gotten strong since I was left to fend for myself, and now the bandits and goblins don't even try to fight me. Only the jarheads. Literally, that's what they are called. The Jarheads Guild. They act important, like they make a difference, but they're really just a bunch of jerks with a badge and some weapons.

Speaking of those retards, they stopped by a while ago. Today, though, they didn't just wanna poke fun at me and try to bat me around. They came at me head on, swords glaring in the sun, aiming for the sheath called my guts. They apparently had had enough of me kicking their butts all the way back to their moms' houses. Jemna, the leader, looked especially cruel, and we shared a little facial expression conversation while I was dodging the swords and hammers of his fellow idiots. I won't say what was said though, no one should ever hear language like that.

After awhile I grew tired of playing dodge-sword, so I finally drew my blade and struck back. Today wasn't the day to get arrested or driven out of Ironwood though, so I used the blunt side like a long, flat club and knocked them around. After seeing a few too many of their friends fly back into town, all the guys left standing ran like little girls, except Jemna.

He stayed and stared, fully prepared to kill me. I stood up up from my fighting stance and just started to walk back to my shack. I was done for the day, and was ready to go eat some of the apples from the tree behind the shack. Thats when I heard a footstep. Looking back to see my opponent walk away in defeat, I was surprised by what I actually saw. In my face was his broadsword, just barely touching the edge of my nose.

As I was about to roll away, he flinched and smacked me with the side of the sword, knocking me off balance. Guess I knew what it felt like know. When I regained my balance I had just enough time to move out of the way and draw my sword as his blade came down where I used to stand. I felt the ground shake and the wind move at his blow, which looked to have taken much effort on his part as it took for me to roll my eyes at him earlier. I was astounded by his strength, but happy for the challenge.

He came at me again, me blocking and countering, barely cutting his leg. For a hit that was so close to missing it was a very deep cut. He hadn't accounted for my speed as well, and it cost him his own. Seeing an opportunity I charged forward and head butted him so hard you could hear our teeth chatter.

"I won't...forget this...Locke..." He said as he fell unconscious into a bush. Looking at him, I wasn't even mad at him for what he did. I was just glad to hear someone say my name again. While reveling in the adrenaline and joy I got from the fight, I walked back towards my hut. As I got close I let my guard down yet again. And of course with my luck, a stray arrow struck me. Well, struck my gauntlet at least.

Scared out of my mind and diving for cover I heard the troubled screams of a girl coming from the forest. Then another...and then another still. I didn't wanna move, especially considering I had nearly had my hand ripped off. Somehow, though, the man in me rose up and went to investigate the noises. Little did I know that I was walking towards the screams of my future.

And that's it for Chapter 1! What did you think? Please remember to leave an honest review of the story and any feedback below, and I'll see you guys (because there are no girls on the internet {Jk, Jk, dont kill me!}) in the next chapter. Thanks for taking the time to read this, have a great day!

-Outcast