Beginning of a Journey

"Robin." A woman shook her son desperately. "Robin, wake up!"

The young man yawned. "Mom?" He rubbed his eyes. "Mom? What's wrong? It's the middle of the night. Master doesn't train me this late at night..."

"Robin, this isn't about your master. But...," she hesitated, "Please, hurry. Go get your clothes and weapons. You need to leave. Now." Robin would have gotten back to sleep if it weren't for the urgency in his mother's voice. Robin quickly got off his bed and threw open his wardrobe. He grabbed his robe, gloves and weapons: a bronze sword and his Thunder tome .

The added weight of his clothes made Robin blinked and headed to the bathroom. He splashed water on his face, now fully awake and aware. There was smoke in the air. He threw open his window and leaned on the window. Outside, buildings were on fire and people trying to get away from magic attacks and arrows launched from a group of dark clothed people. At the head of them, was a laughing madman with a book.

Robin shivered. The book's cover had the same symbol as the on his hand.

The leader was about see Robin when his mother grabbed his collar back into his bedroom. "Robin! Don't let anybody see you right now!" She turned back to the door. "You'll have to leave though the back door. You have to get away from here. Can't let them see you-."

"What's going on, Mom?" Robin asked, hurrying down the stairs.

The white form of his mother turned as she answered him. "Do you remember what I talked about your father?"

"Yeah, but, wha-"

"Listen, Robin. We don't have much time left. The person that is at the front of the attacking group is your father."

"You told me before how he was the leader of a religious group but..."

His mom signed. "Robin, he wants you to become a vessel for Grima. He...they want you to be Grima, not you. I couldn't bare the thought of it, my own little boy, born, never to have his own path choose."

"So they want me? And they'll do anything to bring the Fell Dragon back?"

His mother's emotionally torn face was the only answer he need. "Then let's go Mom."

She looked away. "I will not be going with you."

"Bu-but what about you, mom?"

His mother let out a sad smile, covering his white hair with his hood. She gave him a hug. "Don't worry about me. Live your own life, Robin."

"But-" Someone banged against the door, almost breaking the hinges. "Open up!"

"Robin, hurry!" cried his mother, her face desperate. "Leave the back door!"

Robin grabbed his bronze sword and threw the door open. Robin ran that night, running faster and farther then he ever did before. He never looked back to the burning village he once called home.

-Couple days later-

The albino limped and stumbled, the sun setting in the horizon. He stomach growled. Robin hadn't eaten and sleep for a couple days; no towns nearby and the one he came from burned to the ground.

Robin wandered to the edge of the field, nearing the forest. A rabbit jumped out from the trees. It's ears twitched for predators. Robin swallowed, drool dripping from his mouth. He took one weak step forward.

The rabbit, noticing him, hopped back into the forest. Robin groaned and collapsed , having no energy to spare.

So hungry.

To be randomly updated.