Sand stark and blanch against the harsh morning sun. Waters crystal blue with tufts of white foam as it bubbles and blurbs over the grainy surface of the shore. Rise and fall, rise and fall. The click of heels on the hard wood of the deck as the scene zooms in. Revise Rebirth. A world anew just ripe and ready for the concurring. Endless flats of grassy empty land stretching as far as his eyes could see. What grace, what majestic magnificence only (nearly) comparing the beauty of the English country side.

Amazing… who knew this much land was lying just on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean? Here it was defenseless and rich in resources that he could put to great use back home. Yes… this would all be his claimed in the name of the glorious name of King George and the British Empire. Glory be thy name brave knight your king shall praise thee well.

The sand is soft and shifty beneath his feet as he paces up the sandy shore to the solid ground that lay just yonder. "This is a fine hunk of land, it will fetch us a hefty sum." He claims- a proud triumphant smile glowing on his thin pale face. The wind caressed his golden hair, the salty sea air filled his nose and lungs with a pleasant burn, the sun sparkled in his stunning green eyes as he once again admired his new found kingdom.

Only one question though remained in the conquerors mind. Were there any people who inhabited this vast land? Not that he cared or anything considering inhabited or not this land was now his- no questions asked. His eyes scanned the horizon in search of the familiar looming figures of villages, homes, or even people for that matter. Still no matter how hard he strained or squinted his eyes the only thing his line of sight came in contact was were the same ongoing grassy plains or the occasional tall leafy tree. Maybe this land truly was empty…?

His assumption however proved to be false when his ears picked up at the sound of small footsteps shuffling through the dry grass lining the shore. His muscles instinctively tensed under the material of his clothes; years of fierce battles and war fare conditioning his body in such a way. What was it, a wild animal, a bird, or maybe just the sea gales blowing across the sand? The blonde man took a few steps forward; taking caution and care with him as he advanced. He was poised and ready; expertly trained hand hovering over the pistol bumping around in the holster against his slender hips. He motions to his companion to remain silent as he draws only mere centimeters from the clump of tall grass. Ever so quietly he approached. A few more steps, some careful maneuvering and-!

The blonde man swiped away the grass clump; pulling his pistol out of its holster- its perfectly polished surface gleaming in the sunlight as it flew- and holding it out at the object of his discovery. He had expected to see a squirrel or some other sort of woodland creature, not what he actually did stumble across.

There was a small squeak of terror and suddenly he found his emerald eyed gaze becoming entwined with a gaze the same bright, brilliant blue as the skies the soared endlessly over head. It was a boy; a very young boy that couldn't be over the age of three. His face was round and chubby with youth; cheeks brushed in a rosy red hue. His hair was deep ashen blonde with small tufts sticking out in every which direction; a single rebellious strand particularly sticking out among the rest. He was dressed in tattered and dirt ridden garments with a messy poorly tied bow around his neck.

The boy gazed up at him with terror glimmering in his blue eyes but behind the fear laid wonder and curiosity for the man who towered above him. "It's just a child…" The blonde man proclaimed as he promptly drew the pistol away and placed it back in the safety of the holster. He kneeled down so he was closer to the boy's height lest he frighten the poor dear even more. "Do not worry lad, I am not here to harm you." He boy still looked confused as if he didn't understand what it was the man was saying. Maybe he did not understand English. So the man tried again this time in French (His most hated language, but still he had to try) and the boy gave him the same confused look. He tried again in German, and again in Dutch, and again in Spanish, but every language he rattled the same sentence off in only gave him the same results. The poor boy was illiterate and uneducated. What was he supposed to do now…?

With no other options the man merely tried all that he could. Signaling to the boy that he was harmless with only mere hand motions and facial expression. The man reached out one hand leaving his palm open and up towards the sky. He let a warm tender smile spread up his lips and reach his green eyes filling them with as much reassurance as he could muster.

The terror in the boy's eyes began to fade away and the wondrous gleam the sparkled within them became more and more prominent until the youngling's eyes were positively radiating with it. Something inside the man stirred- something he had never before felt. He suddenly felt compelled and consumed by the boy's sky blue gaze and began developing the undying urge to protect him. To protect, and love, and nurture, and teach as if he was his kin. Like… like a brother. And as that little boy with the curious azure eyes reached out with small chubby fingers and took the man's hand without any hint of remorse it was decided. This boy was to be Arthur's younger brother and there would be no one that would prevent that.

Alright my first shot at the 100 theme challenge! Yay! I of course wanted to do the introduction theme first and I know it's short, but most of these probably won't be more that 1 or 2 pages long and they shall all be USUK themed (since the pairing currently owns my soul)…. Well in any case comments are greatly appreciated. I'd really love to know how I'm doing so far Thanks lovies!