Hey, peeps! It's CaramallowDaLatte here!
This is actually my very first fanfiction, so I'm sorry if it isn't that good. I'm just a mallow, trying my best...*sniff*
Anyways, here you go!
3rd person POV
No.
He runs to the door, scanning his surroundings. He jumps down from the balcony of the hut and wades through the swamp to the bleeding body of his foster mother, arrows piercing her chest, a dark patch of red staining purple robes. Her cone-shaped hat floats off to rest forever in the dark, musty reeds.
Her life force is fading. She only has time to whisper, 'Ivor…I'm sorry. I love you.' She smiles, and her eyes close forever.
'No!' Ivor screams. She was his only family, the one to take him in when he was left to die in this very same swamp. Tears streamed down his face. She had taught him everything he knew. Now…she was gone.
This wasn't happening.
Ivor simply couldn't wrap his head around the fact. A 5 year old isn't expected to, anyway.
Out of the corner of his ever watchful eye, he sees a man, clad in shining blue armour, running away, bow in hand.
Fury in his eyes, he stands, and runs back to the hut and produces a brown leather bag. Potions. Ingredients. Food. Everything in the hut, he takes. He would need it for the journey.
Ivor's foster mother was dead, and he had no living family, so he has nowhere to go. He checks the sky. Blue, fading into golden light. It was going to get dark soon, and he needed to find shelter. The swamp wasn't safe anymore. If that violent, disgusting intruder was prowling the swamp, there were surely more of them. Ivor had made up his mind not to have anything to do with his kind.
He heads west, towards the city, not knowing of the law that would result in him being taken to the eerie orphanage in the darkest corner of the town. And that would change everything.