Hiya! I decided to write an Elsword fict cause i wanted to give 3(Arrow-chan3) a surprise for being so nice and putting up with the constant denial of ChungxEve and my liking to Ravens as opposed to her dislikes.

This prologue was just a short test of my skills to write about Add since its the first time i've tried to portray him in character! You can skip this and go straight to Chapter 1 if you dont like it

Disclaimer: Author doesnt own anything from Elsword. Well,maybe this story though.

A small silver haired boy was awoken from his sleep by the sound of crackling fire all over his bedroom.

"Mother… Father.. Where are you? Don't leave me alone. There's fire everywhere…"

"Listen to me,son. Run,run and don't stop." His father crawled over,his leg pointed at an awkward angle.

"But." The little boy started,but he found himself staring right into his father's bright purple eyes. "Understood. Let's go!"

"I'm afraid daddy isn't coming along this time…" he smiled sadly.

"Stay safe,for your mother and me" tears rolled down his cheek.

The man had mouthed something else,the boy just couldn't understand it then. Afterwards,he pushed his only son out the window,as the floor underneath collapsed and he disappeared into the never ending black smoke.

As the boy stood up,he saw a bunch of armored men picking up the dead body of his mother. Another armored man lay bloodied against the truck door,a pair of scissors sticking out his throat.

"Mother… Father…" Rage fuelled the little boy to the point where he could not hold himself back.

Picking up a stick,he rushed at the attackers,only to get knocked onto the floor with the blunt end of a sword. Still bleeding from his left eye,he continued his assault to no avail,until at last he was beaten and bruised such that he could no longer stand up,or see for that matter.

"No,no. Don't kill the poor boy." a condescending voice called out from the darkness around him.

"But Sir,orders were to-"

"Yes yes,I know what orders were. But,why not make a little money off the side."

He felt himself being brutishly picked up.

"What do you say to a new family,little boy?" was the last thing he heard before slipped into the darkness himself.

~LINE BREAK~

"Gah! That little bastard bit me!"

He felt a blow to his stomach,sending him reeling into the opposite wall.

"Meh,he isn't even a good punching bag eh? Where did you buy him from,Dad?"

His "family" was now more like owners than they were members. He remembered being half awake from this "auction" that he had been given to some rich family,and could vaguely remember the journey to this god-forsaken land.

He got on his knees and at the right moment,gave his "sibling" the strongest uppercut he could muster,before he was beaten once again.

He would escape,he would live. For the sake of his parents,for the sake of himself.

Now,such an opportunity presented itself on such a night. His "family" had decided that it was time to watch the new year's firework,and had chained him to the nearest thing they had to a post,a rusty gate at the front on the house.

A smirk, a kick to his shin,and they left,leaving the poor boy all alone. But that was exactly what he wanted,pulling out a makeshift shiv from the mechanical parts he found lying around the house,he managed to sever himself to the bonds and ran towards the sound of the sea. Something he knew very well meant freedom.

"Is that-"

"Dad,it's the little bitch! He escaped!" as the boy came running down the gangplank from where he had been playing on the ship.

(Moments later)

"You little.." his so called father stepped up towards him,pistol in hand.

He was cornered,by the edge of a cliff and him. Struggling to make a choice,his eyes darted around. But it was too late.

Bang!

He felt himself falling.. deep into slumber.

"Mother… Father… What am I doing wrong?" His hands reaching out into thin air,his arm burning from the pain of the bullet.

His first thoughts went to his father. Just what did he say? As he slipped deeper into the black hole,he finally remembered.

"Sayonara,Add" he repeated,smiling as he prepared to meet his maker.