A friend told me I should share mine here, so... here goes. It's already finished so I'll probably update a few chapters bit by bit so as not to get too much. Hope you like it

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Prologue

Alberta, the harbor of trade, this harbor houses many of the rich and powerful nobles in Midgard. Merchants start their life here, where the merchant guild is located. Traders come from all around the world to exchange goods, truly a wonderful place to be. The best place is of course the harbor, where different ships are docked and is also where you can see the vast sea.

"Willis, come here!" shouted a noble to the back of the room. His stern voice demanded respect. After a while, a little boy with chocolate brown hair and brown eyes came in. He had that noble look of his father, those eyes that showed nobility and a high status in life.

"Yes, father?" replied Willis. "Come here." And the child went near his parent. The man showed him a box, there was a pendant inside. It was round and made of pure gold with a diamond center that shined with the brilliance of a rainbow. There was a division on the pendant, the outer circle, filled with bits of small diamonds and the inner circle, where the pure bead shaped diamond is located.

"What is it, father?" questioned the child as his father broke the inner circle from its original position. There were two pendants formed. The inner, he put around the child's neck. "This is our family's greatest treasure, Willis." "This is my gift to you, along with your sister, on your 5th Birthday."

"Thank you very much, father." The boy replied with glee "I'll take very good care of it". His father smiled, embraced him, and went to a crib nearby.

"Willis, you and Eirin are I and your mother's precious children" stopping to recover his breath, "You shall grow up to be a great man, Willis, and you will make our family name know throughout the continent". "And your sister shall be by your side to help you make that happen." His father continued. His father approached a crib nearby.

The child's father smiled as he put the other pendant on Eirin. "Make me proud, Willis."

It was nightfall, the city was quiet, the people have went back home for their well deserved rest. In the far side of the city, a house was up in flames…

"FATHER!!!" Willis cried out, as he sees his father on the floor, blood-soaked. A blade was removed from the corpse, fresh with blood by an assassin which he saw has a scar on his left eye.

"Young master! Where are you?!" The butler shouted calling the child to come to him. "Take the two and go! Run away! Hurry!" said the children's mother, crying. Smoke covered the room, flames engulfed everything.

The butler told the maid to take Eirin with her and flee. He must find the young master first. The butler went in the scorching flames to find his young master.

"Father!! Father!! Waaaah!!"

"Willis Francis, I presume?" said an assassin mischievously, "sorry but you're gonna die here." The child looked at the man dumbfounded, he didn't know what the word "die" means, but he did know that there is something bad that will happen to him and started trembling.

"Don't blame me, blame your worthless crap of an uncle" with these words, the assassin thrusts his katar for the kill, but he didn't hit the child.

"Y-young M-mas…ter… hu…rry… run… away… "

His butler shielded him from the attack, blood splattered to his face. He started crying.

"No use, you're gonna die on the next one." The assassin prepared for one more attack. As he thrusts toward the child, he was blocked by a katar from his comrade.

"Orson, why are you stopping me? This is our mission dammit!"

The assassin simply shook his head. The flames illuminated the assassin's face revealing a scar on his left eye. His comrade stopped, he couldn't continue. Orson's eyes showed no hesitation to kill his comrade when he disobeys him.

"Bah, and I'm having a lot of fun too… I'm not to be blamed for our failed mission!" the assassin sheathed his katar and disappeared.

Willis looked at the man, he couldn't move. The assassin's eyes caused terror into the child. The assassin walked closer, closer and closer still till he was just about an inch from the terrified Willis. He felt pity for the child as he reached down.

"Sorry… " whispered the assassin as he took the child away. Willis fell asleep due to fatigue. The assassin fled, carrying the child on his arms.