The arrow made a loud thud as it sunk into its target. "Good job!" Said the man excitedly.

"Dad, could you not overreact every time I get a bulls-eye?" The son complained.

"Sorry Damian, it's just that I'm astounded an eleven year old can hit a targets eye twelve times in a row." Nathan explained. He was proud of his son, who was following in his fathers footsteps.

"Dad, my arm is sore, can we take a break?" Moaned Damian. "I love training, but it hurts so much!" He thought. He shrugged his shoulders and grunted at the pain and stiffness.

"Ok, one hour, then I'm teaching you how to tame a pet." Nathan said decisively. "Yeah, you deserve it kid." He thought. Pet taming was what every young ranger wanted to learn. Yet it was also one of the hardest abilities to master.

Just then a royal messenger came running to the pair. " Captain Nathan, Captain Nathan! The king has rallied the troops! A group of rebel Charr is attacking the forward gate! He wants all rangers on the wall, pronto!" yelled the messenger hurriedly. He quickly paused to catch his breath in short, raspy, inhalations and then ran off to find the next captain.

"Sorry son, no more training today!" called Nathan who was already sprinting full tilt towards the forward wall.

"Guess I'll just go home then…" And he sulked across the newly rebuilt path that lead to his home. "Please dad, be safe…" he whispered as tears welled up in his eyes.

When he got home he saw a note scribbled onto a piece of paper. It was his mother's handwriting, and it read "I've gone to heal at the wall boys, I will be back later." His mother was a healing monk for the Ascalon Vanguard, the elite soldiers of the Ascalon Army. His mother was a monk captain, and his father was a ranger captain. He always worried about them though, even though they were the best. He felt like talking to his brother about his worries so he headed into the back yard.

"Hey Konan!" called Damian. "What could his opinion on our parents be?" he wonded. His brother was three years older then him and was training to be a warior. He was not the most intelligent person, but he also wanted to be a secondary elementalist. Damian personally belived that Konan should be a ranger secondary, but Konan wouldent have it. Damian himself was partially trained in monk abilities by his mother, so he was already positive of his secondary proffesion.

"What do you want Damian?" Konan asked rather roughly as he emerged from the woods in their land. To Damian it appeared as if Konan had been training, he had his sord and shield tied to his back, and looked rather sweaty.

"I just wanted to talk is all,you dont need to get angry..." mumbled the younger of the two.

"Tell you what, we can talk on the way to the sparring arena, I'm itching to try out some new moves." Said Konan enthusiasticlly.

Disclaimer: I do not own the setting, races, etc. but I do own my plot, and characters, which is effectivily, everyone.