The fire crackled, as a small boy stood by it. His short brown hair was pulled back in a small ponytail, and his green eyes watched a small female fox only a few years older then himself.
He smiled down at her as she slept. His hands brushed against the daggers hidden under his brown cloak, and his smile vanished however, Replaced with a stern gaze that shouldn't ever be seen on a four year olds face. These daggers were all the remained of his connection to his now late foster father.
He was an orphan who was taken in by a master thief. The first moment the boy had met that man he knew that he was cruel, but he had offered him a home to live in. Once there however the thief only focused on training the boy to be like him, and he did succeed, as he had finished training him with in only a few months.
With all that hassle out of the way the thief did become a kinder man, but by only the smallest of margins. He spent his time planning a trip to some city to do a big job with a few friends, and he was going to make the boy take part in the plan. They had been traveling for a few days before he tried to get away from the man. This attempt however only failed, as he was caught quickly.
A few days later He attempted another escape from the man. This time he had managed to get away, and he stopped to rest. This is when the Fox girl appeared. She had tried to help him, when the thief had found them, by this time he was drunk, and angry with the boy. Thinking that he was too much trouble to deal with his tried to kill him, and the Fox girl, but the Fox girl had a secret of her own.
She had formed a few icicles on her fingers, and stabbed the thief in the chest. He fell to his knees, and soon died of blood loss. She on the other had, looked at the boy with a smile, and held out a hand. The boy had of course taken it, and here they were now.
An animal passed by causing some bushes to rustle. The boy turned towards the noise, his hands instinctively went to the hilts of his daggers. Fear gripping at his heart, as the thought that someone had found them.
He soon relaxed, and even chuckled at his fears. He glanced at the fox girl again, and then made his way to the stump of an old tree, and sat down on it. He removed one of his daggers, and ran his hands across the flat of its blade.
"I am Keaka." He spoke aloud. "Here now I vow something to myself. I will use my skills to keep my newfound sister safe. Even in the face of unbeatable odds." He muttered. He stood, and walked away. The fire was growing weak, and it would need fire soon.