This story is about our hero and his time in the guild. Since he grew up there, you would expect a lot of memories out of it. So, enjoy! Yes I know, Guildmaster says all these things to the kid, but I switched a couple things so deal with it
"You'll be sharing this room with Whisper, one of our brightest young pupils." Said the old wizard.
The young brunette boy looked around the room, not really paying attention to what the old man was saying. His thoughts were somewhere else. He had bigger problems to think about, like grieving over his dead father, thinking what had become of his sister, and (if she was alive) where in Albion his mother was. He felt so sorry for himself; and at the same time, he felt like he was being rude for being so ungrateful towards the Guild, and to Maze. They had saved him from an even worse fate. If it were under better circumstances, the boy would have been much more grateful; but it was too hard for him to appreciate anything anymore. He had no one left in the world he could count on. His best hope was this Maze fellow; but there was something about him that made it hard for the boy to trust him.
"Well, I better be off, the Guildmaster needs me, and I have business elsewhere." Maze said as he left the room, "Oh…" he turned around to look at the boy, "Whisper is playing in the woods. But you should see her in the morning." Then he left, quickly closing the door behind him.
The boy climbed up on his bed and stared at the floor. He felt like there was no reason to live anymore. Everything had been taken away from him. He then got off of his bed, and walked towards the window. The sunset was beautiful. He sat in the windowsill watching the sun go down as he started to doze off. Then suddenly, Maze came back in. The boy was startled.
"Sorry to intrude like this, but I forgot to tell you, the Guildmaster wants to meet you not much later than dawn tomorrow, at the training grounds on the other side of the river." Maze said.
The boy sighed, "Yes sir."
"Oh! I just realized, I don't know your name yet."
"It's Tyson, Ty for short."
Maze nodded then left the room again.
Tyson stared at the closed door for a moment, then turned he his attention back to the window. He watched the apprentices' practice across the river. It had always been his dream to come here, but he was too depressed to really care. He slid off the windowsill, and laid on his bed. He started to doze off, visions of the Oakvale fire, haunted his dreams. He saw his sister, being brutally beaten by bandits. His mother's hands and feet were bound, and large bandits carried her off. Then at last, he saw a vision of a masked man, the man walked towards the house at the top of the hill, where Brom stood with a small, iron sword in hand. He wasn't about to let this man go any further without a fight. He wasn't much of a fighter, but it was his family's only hope. The masked man was drawing nearer to Brom. Then, that horrible voice was heard, "Where is the boy?!" he demanded. His voice was dark, and sinister.
"You shall not pass me without a fight!" Brom yelled in reply.
"Well then I guess, I have no choice but to kill you." The masked man said as he ran towards Brom. Brom swung and missed, and as he spun around to attempt to strike again, the masked man's sword went straight through him.
Tyson woke up sweating and yelling. He sat up. He looked over at the girl's bed; she was fast asleep. So he laid back down and silently wept himself to sleep.