Alright. Time for the first chapter. This will focus on my RPC, Albireo. It will focus on how he got his name, and why he hates Magic Swords. It is worthy to take note, that most of these chapters will be flashbacks, so the characters thoughts will sound too profound for a person at the age of 3.

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Albireo: Mommy? Daddy? Why are you Red?

Third person POV

The moon had arose in Bernack. The moonlight bathed in a small house on the country side.

In the house, two people were in the kitchen. A beautiful green haired woman, and an Auburn haired toddler.

"Mommy? Where is Ow-bee?" asked the auburn haired child.

The woman smiled as she turned to her son, "He is with Daddy, Eric." she said warmly, as she went back to cooking a meal, humming away.

Albireo's POV via memory

It was a cool night. The water blew ocean mist to my face, as me and my father were gazing at the stars from the back of our house. I was smiling, "Daddy, that staw the-wuh is called the 'Nort staw'" I said pointing at the brightest star.

My father, a large auburn haired man turned his head to me, "Right you are Alby!" he said proudly, rubbing his hand on my short green hair, "That is the North Star. If you ever get lost, they say you got follow the star home." he glinted, before pointing out a constellation. "That constellation," he began "Is called 'Cygnus,' or the Swan."

I looked at my father, a smile creeping over my face, "Sig-nas!"

He nodded, "At the beak of Cygnus, is a special star that rotates around another. It is called..." he said, pausing. I knew this story, I heard it from my father and mother every time we looked at the stars.

"Albiweo!" I grinned, "That staw is me!"

Father smiled, "Yes. When we had you Alby, that star was in the sky. Your eyes had that same radiance as the star." he explained

We heard a loud clack, "Hunny! Alby! Dinner is ready!" cried my mother.

"Come on Alby. We don't want to miss dinner." said my father picking me up, and placing me on his shoulders.

We all ate our dinner, and my mother brought me and my brother Eric to bed. She placed us in out cribs and sang us a little lullaby... Why am I not able to remember it?

After the song, she shut the door, and let us have sweet dreams... well... Eric at least. I was never a child to fall asleep... a trait which I retain to this day. I heard a thud, and climbed out of my crib to investigate... why, oh why did I do that?

I used a stool located by the crib to open the door. Walking out, I saw something that to this day will haunt me.

Five men were at the door, each wielding a frightening looking sword in their hands.

My mother was hiding behind my father, and he had a powerful looking axe in his hand, "Why are you here?" asked my father, "You said we-"

One of the men chuckled, "Change 'o plans mate. The boss wants the money now."

My mother clutched a book to her chest, "What?" she cried, "That was never part of the deal! You people said we had five years to pay you people back! We should still have one more!"

Another one of the men walked up, "You have a pretty face..." he said, as he licked his lips, "Maybe after I collect the debts, you and I ca- GUAGH!!" screamed the man in agony, as his foot was chopped off by my father.

I remember nearly letting out a scream, as the blood of the man splattered across the floor. I had never seen my father look so cross... he had always been a kind person. Quickly, I ran back to my room, and crawled into the crib... yet I still heard everything that went on...

Third person POV

"Leave her alone you brutes!" screamed the father resting his axe upon his shoulder, "Lana... take Albireo and Eric, and escape through the windows. I will hold them off, as best I can!" he said.

The mother known as Lana looked horrified, "No! I won't leave you Draco!" she said, tears welling up in her eyes, "I won't!"

The father known as Draco looked furious, "GO! If you don't we will lose our children!" he screamed, "GO NOW!"

Lana began to cry, "...Very Well... be careful my love..."

"You too..." he said, before holding his wife in a warm embrace, and kissing her, one last time.

Lana made way for the children's room.

Albireo's POV via memory

The moment I crawled back into my crib, my mother ran in, her tear filled eyes soaked in our presence. She ran towards the crib, and picked me and Eric up, "Come now children... we are going for a little trip..." she said soothingly.

I looked at her, trying to hide my fear, "Whe-wuh awe we going mommy?" I asked, innocently.

She gave a smile. At the time, I had no idea she was lying... but looking back... I find this sight to be the last thing that ever made me truly happy... well... till I met you that is... "Okay!" I nodded happily.

I must have fallen asleep... I don't remember the trip we made...

Lana's POV

I looked at my children... I stroked Albireo and Eric's hair with my forehead. Quickly, I ran to the window, and jumped out... thank goodness it was only a one story house. I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. I jumped over the occasional fallen tree branch that came in my path, and when I came to a tree, I sat there, and rested for breath.

I heard footsteps. I quickly looked up to see... my husband looking at me, "Draco!" I cried. He was alive... that was all that matters...

Albireo's POV via memory

My next memory is one of horror. I awoke to see my father standing before us. Something was wrong though... his face seemed... cold...

That is when my mother put us down to hug him. When she got there... she looked horrified.

My father fell to the ground. His body lay limp, motionless, and bloody.

He was dead.

My mother collapsed to her knees, "Draco! Draco! Draco..." she cried, sobbing into my father's back.

One of the men came up, his hand rested upon the hilt of his sheathed sword, "Put up a fight, this one did. He took out one of my men, and cut the foot of another! Pity... if only he payed us, and didn't try to pull this stunt, this idiot would still-"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" cried my mother. She slowly got up, and pulled the book I saw her clutch earlier. She opened it, and began to recite a verse.

"North Winds and South Winds blow. Arctic Chill, freeze thy foes! ELICE!" she screamed.

Upon uttering those words, a chill filled the air. It made Eric shiver horribly but... I found it to be refreshing...

Crystals began to form on the strange man, engulfing his body. He screamed and tried to esacpe, but to no avail. The ice was to strong. As the shards climbed over his face, his body froze in a state of horror, mouth agape, as if wailing.

Two men remained. One glared at my mother, and spat, "Tch! 'Chu got a death wish or something?" he asked, as he drew his sword as slashed the air. A blade of wind cut through the night and into my mother. She lay on the ground, her chest bleeding, exposed. "D-Draco..." she said, reaching for my father's body. She clutched his hand, and began to cry, "I am sorry... If only I had run..." she said.

I ran over to her body and began to shake her, "Mommy? Why awe you cwy-ing?" I asked.

She turned her head to me. A smile creeping over her face, "Albireo... my son... please... look... after... Eric..." she said, as he eyes went pale...

She was gone.

I ran between my mother and father, and began to shake them, "M-mommy? What's wong? Say something! Mommy? Daddy? Why are you wed?" I asked. "Mommy? Daddy?"

Eric began to cry in his sleep... to this day, he does not know what happened... nor will he ever...

One of the men walked up to me, "Little brat..." he said scornfully. "I'll finish you-" he said, getting cut off.

All the other men looked at their arms, as if something had happened to them.

Suddenly, they fell to the ground.

The men ran around screaming, grabbing their arms, and holding their stumps, until their legs were cut off.

Their screams continued for several minutes, until the ground was stained red. As was I.

A man with crimson hair, and black clothes held a strange weapon. He looked at the sight of my parents and walked to them, "It seems I was too late... Draco... Lana... I am sorry I could not come in time... forgive me..." he said, as he brushed his hands over their eyes. He looked over to me, and then at Eric and frowned, "Poor children," he said, "so young and already have witnessed the death of a love one..." he sighed, "I have no choice..." he said, walking over Eric and picking him up. After doing so, he stepped towards me, "Tell me child... what is your name?"

I sniffled. "My mommy said... never tawk to stwangews..."

The man smiled, "My name is Lionel. Noe that I am no longer a stranger... tell me your name."

I once again sniffled, "A-Albiweo..."

The man smiled bigger, "Albireo? That is a beautiful name... I am a friend of your parents... do you wish to sleep at my place?" he asked.

I nodded, "Yes... but... pwease... can my pawents come too?"

He frowned. Back then, I did not know why, but now... he felt sorry for me, "Yes... they can come..."

Next thing I remember, was that I was in a bed. Eric lay beside me, frowning.

I quickly got out of bed, and looked at the window, and saw a slab of stone written on them.

The door opened, "Albireo!" said a voice.

I turned my head to see Lionel. "Wion-ewa?" I said, tilting my head.

Lionel's face had a look of regret. Saddness... angst. Whatever you call it, he showed despair, "Albireo, your parents... had to leave you... they said I would have to look after you until you come back..." he said. "So from this day forward... call me Uncle Lionel!" he said, regaining his smile.

I nodded.

From that day forward... I would learn how to wield lances, and master the art of combat that is known as the Glaive.

Four years had passed since that day, and I quickly learned how to read. I looked at the slab of stone in the back yard and cried my eyes out.

Here Lies Lana, and Draco

Parents, Friends, Mates, and mighty warriors.

They will be missed.