Finally, I'm putting up a Mother story! This one is from Claus's point of view since he's my second favorite character in the series. Trust me, it's a lot better than it sounds! The first chapter will be a little bit boring but I'll really get into things later on in the story.

IMPORTANT: You don't have to have played Mother 3 to read this but it would help if you did! But later on there WILL be spoilers so you have been warned.

So please enjoy the story and make sure you review, but no flames! Oh and that first line I wrote BEFORE I saw the Twilight movie. Ugh…

I guess I had never given much thought to how I was going to die.

My life, up until I was ten years of age, was peaceful and fun. I was inside a perfect little world with a close family who loved me. I had no fears. No danger came anywhere near us. We were content with our lifestyle.

I would have never guessed that tragedy would come to the safe haven that we lived in. I always expected that something like that would happen to other people…but I guess everyone must think that at some point.

"Lucas!! How long're you gonna sleep?! Get up so we can play! Get up, already!" I shouted, pounding against Grandpa Alec's door, my hands shaking with excitement, "The Dragos brought their babies over! They're really cute!! Hurry up!" Tired of waiting, I bolted away from the house, running through the grassy canyon to where the enormous dragon-like reptiles were.

When I arrived, I turned to the Drago couple that had always been our friends. The blue-green father was dozing lazily on the canyon ground, his green-colored wife standing beside him. Their baby was nestled protectively in between them. When they saw me approaching, the young Drago hopped out to greet me with a pleasant growl. The parents did not look worried, for they were comfortable with humans just as we were with them.

The baby Drago charged forward and head butted my stomach. With pure strength, I flipped him onto his back and we wrestled on the ground for a couple of minutes. Finally, he had had enough and got up, scampering over to where his father was lying on his belly.

Getting down to business, I stepped back from the family. Bracing myself, I charged forward and rammed into the female Drago. She fell on her side with a startled roar. After lying on the ground for a moment, she blinked her eyes a couple times and got back up. Smiling to myself, I continued to ram her until I heard a gasp from behind me.

Lucas was finally here!

Panting, I turned to meet him. "Whew, I'm beat." I gasped, "I've been play-fighting with the Dragos all morning. You should play too, Lucas."

"No…" My brother said quietly, looking doubtfully at the beasts before him.

"Don't be a wimp!" I growled, "The Dragos love being rammed! Here, come try it." He stood back, looking uncertain, but my harsh words must have made him determined. He walked up to try his hand at ramming, but suddenly Grandpa was there.

"Claus!" He yelled, walking up, "Lucas still doesn't know how to ram into things yet!"

Lucas turned red. "Yes I do." He said sheepishly, "I've seen Claus do it."

Grandpa started yammering about how to ram properly by using something called a B button, but neither of us was listening. I slipped up to my twin's side and whispered, "Here. I'll show you an example. Then the Dragos will like you too!" He nodded, looking reassured. Puffing out my chest, I walked back a couple of feet. Then I ran at the Drago, driving my head into its stomach.

"Yes! Just like that!" Grandpa shouted, as the Drago fell over. I beamed. "Now it's your turn, Lucas. Give it a try." Lucas just stood there, staring at the Drago as it got up. "You'll never succeed with such a sullen look on your face. That holds true for anything." He snapped at his grandson's hesitation. "Just relax!"

I frowned. Sometimes I got the feeling Grandpa was a little hard on Lucas, but at least it got him to ram the Drago. Better yet, the Drago actually fell over! I went up to congratulate him. "The harder you run into them, the more Dragos like it." I told him. A small smile spread across his face as the baby Drago nuzzled him affectionately.

Before we could play anymore, our mom, Hinawa, appeared. "Lunch is ready, everyone." She said, "I made your favorite, boys. Omelets!"

I jumped up and down happily. "Ooh! Lunch, lunch! Omelets!!" I shouted, racing back to the house with Lucas behind me.

When we got back, Mom dished out the omelets. I immediately dug in to the delicious food and it wasn't long before I was going back for seconds. I went to thank Mom and tell her it was good, but Lucas beat me to the catch.

"Good lunch, Mom." He said, wiping his face with a napkin. "Thanks."

She smiled. "Your welcome."

"What's your favorite food, Mom?" I asked randomly.

She sat there looking thoughtful. "Omelets." She laughed, taking another bite of hers.

"Oh? Omelets?" I said cheerfully, "Then your favorite is the same as ours? We make a good match!" Lucas nodded, his mouth too stuffed with egg to say anything.

"When we're done eating, you can go out and play some more but don't be too long. After dinner we have to go through the forest to get back, so we'll need to leave early."

The forest! I bounced up and down in my seat, thinking of all the fun adventures that could be awaiting us in the forest. I didn't even notice it when Mom walked out of the house to go write Dad a letter. I put my dish away and ran outside.

"Come on!" I shouted, "Let's go play with the Dragos some more!"

Lucas and I charged into the meadow where the Drago families resided. Suddenly, Lucas froze in front of me and I cannoned into him. We fell over and scuffled on the ground. "Hey! Watch it!" I laughed, trying to give him a playful punch, but he pulled away and sat upright, his eyes wide. I blinked at him, confused, then turned to look at the empty canyon before us.

"Hey, where'd all the Dragos go?" I said in surprise, "They were here half an hour ago!"

"I guess they all left…" Lucas said quietly, but his curious eyes betrayed that he wanted to know where they had gone. We got up and I hung my head, my heart plummeting as I realized that there was nothing to do now. Lucas nudged me, a small smile spread on his face as he read my mood.

"I know what we can do!" He grabbed my hand and began to drag me away from the canyon. I rolled my eyes. Why did he always want everyone to hold his hand? I played along, wondering what his brilliant idea was. He took me all the way to a calm part of the river, where the stream stopped to form a pool of water before continuing on.

"Let's go swimming!" He said cheerfully.

"Yeah!" I shouted, beaming. "Why didn't I think of that? You're a genius, Luke!" I messed up his hair as revenge for making me hold his hand. He grimaced, but I ignored him and started running towards the water. With one smooth movement, I tore my shirt off and tossed it into the air. Then I leaped, diving headfirst into the deep pool. When I came up, my hair was matted to my head and dripping into my face.

I watched as Lucas stepped up to the water's edge and stuck a toe delicately into the water. Then, after slipping his shirt neatly off and folding it, he plugged his nose, and jumped into the water.

We splashed around in it, laughing. The pool was the perfect size for playing in—if I stood on my toes I could touch the bottom. "Hey Lucas!" I shouted, "Watch this!" Taking a deep breath, I plunged into the water and went to do a handstand, but then I slipped on the muddy bottom and ended up doing an awkward flip. When I came back up, my brother was trying not to laugh.

"Well let's see you do it!" I said huffily. He shook his head, stifling a giggle. "Then I'll teach you to laugh at me!" I growled playfully and tackled him, sending up a huge wave.

He screamed suddenly as I knocked him backwards. I froze, eyes wide, as he wailed, "I stepped on a rock!"

I immediately relaxed. "Really? That's all? I thought a snake had gotten you!"

He limped out of the water and sat on the riverbank, clutching his foot. There was a small gash with blood trickling out of it. His eyes welled up with tears. "It hurts." He whimpered.

I rolled my eyes. "Come back in the water and it'll wash off while we play."

He shook his head, his bottom lip quivering.

"If you don't…" I said evilly, "They'll have to cut it off!"

He stared at me for a few seconds. Then the tears in his eyes broke free. He buried his head in his knees and bawled. Sighing, I climbed out of the pool and sat beside him. "I was kidding, okay? It's not that bad. Mom can fix it up once we get back."

He wiped his eyes and smiled. "How come you never cry, Claus? Yesterday you scraped your knee, but you didn't cry."

I laughed, "I guess you do enough crying for the both of us!"

"You're so strong…" He murmured, staring at his foot, "But one day I'll be strong too. Then I won't cry so much."

I stifled a snort. "Great. I'll be there to congratulate you. Now let's go get your foot fixed up."

We stood up and began to walk home together. As I supported him with my shoulder, he mumbled, "They're not really gonna cut it off?"

There was a long silence and we burst out laughing.

"Come on Lucas! Whoever packs their bags first wins!"

"I'm going to win!" Lucas taunted, dashing after me, "I packed less!"

He was in high spirits after Mom fixed his foot up, pleased that there had been no need for an amputation. He was also especially excited at the thought of getting home and seeing Dad, but I knew I was going to miss playing with the Dragos and listening to our partially insane Grandpa ramble about magic lizards.

I scowled as we entered the room and Lucas set off neatly packing everything away. Meanwhile, I had to pick up all the clothes I had strewn across the floor. Even though he won, Mom was still proud of us for being so fast and I glowed at her praise. When we had said our goodbyes to Grandpa, we left for home. Lucas grabbed Mom's hand and they walked side by side from the house while I ran ahead. Of course, I couldn't do any proper exploration expeditions without the help of my trusty little brother.

"Lucas, let's explore!" I invited, sprinting back over to where he walked with Mom. He looked up at her, unsure.

"Why don't you join our conversation, Claus?" Mom asked.

I kicked at the ground, grumbled, "Fine," and began to walk with them.

Mom sighed, "I do hope your father hasn't made a big mess at home. He's been missing you two, you know. He'll be so happy when we all get back…"

"Boney, too?" Lucas piped up.

Mom smiled and reached over to ruffle his hair with her free hand. "Of course. He's a smart dog."

"What are we going to have for dinner?" I asked, suddenly feeling eager to be getting home.

Mom laughed, "We'll see. Whatever your father hasn't eaten."

"Omelets?"

"We had those for lunch."

"But Mom, I love your omelets!" I exclaimed, and before she could say anything else, I shouted, "Race ya, Luke!" and took off along the forest path. This time my brother followed, an ecstatic grin spread across his face at the thought of getting back.

"Don't go too far!" Mom called after us, but we weren't paying attention. Lucas pushed past me, sprinting ahead. I put on extra speed to catch up. Just when we were neck and neck, his foot caught on a tree root and he tripped. I skidded to a halt and, rolling my eyes, walked back to where he was sprawled on the ground.

"You are such a klutz!" I scoffed, helping him up.

Then we both froze at the sight before us. Lucas grabbed my hand and squeezed it, his eyes wide. "What happened?" He whispered.

"I don't know." I answered quietly.

The trees in front of us were completely destroyed. Most of them had been uprooted, spraying dirt all over the grass. The roots wound together in gnarled tangles, one of which Lucas had tripped over. Deep gouges ran along the bark and most of the rocks around them had also been shattered. "I wonder what did this." I said in awe, stepping over to the wreckage. "No animal that lives around here would be strong enough. Come on Lucas, let's climb it!"

"Lucas! Claus!" Mom shouted, running up to us, "I told you to wait up!" Then she took in the scene before us. We looked at her reluctantly, waiting for her to say something. I saw her hands shaking as she began to move us along. "Come on, let's go."

Lucas's face filled with fear. I saw his jaw trembling. Something was definitely wrong. We hurried after our mother, entering the canyon to the south of Grandpa Alec's house. I had played inside this canyon before, but the now-shredded earth around me looked eerie and unfamiliar. The canyon walls seemed to close in around us and I began to feel a deep sense of foreboding creep up my spine.

Then we heard the rushing sound of water coming through the trees. "The river!" I gasped in relief, wanting to get out of the claustrophobic canyon as soon as possible. I began to run, Lucas following. Mom screamed something but even to this day I don't know what she said.

It all happened so fast.

I couldn't believe it—my mind just couldn't grasp it. Before we had even rounded the corner, an ear-shattering stomping shook the ground followed by an unearthly roar. We froze. Lucas pressed his body to mine and gave a small whimper of fear. The earthquake footsteps stopped suddenly. I craned my neck to see what was making all the noise, but Lucas held onto me for dear life and I couldn't leave him.

Mom came from behind us and grabbed our shoulders, but she didn't say anything nor make any move to get away. We stood there for what seemed like forever, a ghostly silence enveloping everything. The birds were silent. Even the wind wasn't blowing. It was as if all traces of life had disappeared. I didn't dare move…just stood there, my mind racing wildly that I had to protect my family even if I wasn't sure how.

Finally, Mom bent over us and broke the silence. "I love you two more than my own life…more than words can say…" She murmured, hugging us close to her, "Always remember that."

As soon as she spoke, the ground began to tremble as a monstrous shape came barreling around the stone wall in front of us, crashing through the thin foliage. Lucas screamed as Mom shoved us away from whatever was coming. I tumbled through the air, disoriented and confused, gasping for precious oxygen. I could feel Lucas next to me, scrambling blindly on the ground, his breath coming in short gasps. Then we were up, tearing towards the river at top speed. Footsteps followed us, shaking the ground as we ran like never before, but I didn't dare look back.

At the bank of the river, our pursuer finally caught up. I looked up to see monstrous jaws gaping in front of my brother and I, coming closer and closer. Shielding my face and closing my eyes, I could feel my courage leave me and my body freeze to the ground. I couldn't move. Fear held me in place.

I was going to die.

Through the shock of what was happening, I could feel the warm hands that suddenly grabbed us. Mom! Yet then they were gone, thrusting us away. Another roar blasted through the air. I landed in the river, gasping as the cold water flooded all of my senses. I struggled to resurface, my lungs burning with the effort. As I came up, I could hear Lucas thrashing around frantically downstream. Forcing my eyes open, I saw a scene that would be with me for the rest of my short ten-year old life.

The Mother Drago—our childhood friend—was rushing at Mom, its mouth open to reveal sharp fangs, its eyes blazing scarlet. And there was my mother, standing on the riverbank, her arms out protectively in front of us as we were swept away. As soon as I took in this scene, a wave washed over my head and the world turned dark as I choked on the freezing water. I could feel myself sinking, my world fading. I didn't have the strength to fight the current…I just wasn't strong enough…

Yet, even when I was so far gone, I still couldn't block out that horrible scream that echoed throughout my mind for the rest of my life.

Wow…lots of foreshadowing. Please review and tell me what you think! The part where they are swimming is a part of the prologue that they took out of the game. I had to change a couple of things for it to be right.