One midwinter's eve, in the snowy town of Nordberg, Brann was cold. Brann was an odd child. His skin was a sort of bluish color, that and his glowing eyes made him rather unpopular. Except with the bullies, they loved that he was an orphan who didn't have parents to run to when they pelted him with rock-filled snowballs. In fact, some of them came to visit him that night to do just that. And insult him, of course.
"My Pa said he was found outside Nordberg's gates!"
"Wish they'd left him there!"
"You guys do know I can hear you, right? Or are you really that stupid!?" Brann then got up, grabbing his club and turning to face his attackers.
"Don't come near me!" One of the fat spoiled children said as they ran from Brann. He then gave the brats a merry chase, before he was struck in the face with a snowball. Getting up, he wondered if that rock-filled snowball knocked something loose. For between the trees, he could see strange yellowish-brown goblin monsters, and hear them talk too.
"Snowmen, yuck!"
"Master would know how to smash snow thingies!"
"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Hit them snowie men master!" Brann heard the weird monsters call out, which he promptly ignored, blaming their existence on brain damage. He then smashed the heads off of the snowmen and sent the bodies rolling down at his attackers.
"He destroyed ower snowmen!"
"Your a big, mean, bully!"
"Said the punk that came to my spot and started it!" Brann would typically just let the brats run away and complain to their parents about him, but he had had enough of this, and so pursued. He chased the punks down the hill, sending their own fat snowmen tumbling down after them. He then came across some fireworks that the adults had left out, the monsters from before commenting on the situation.
"Our master would use magic!"
"Show magic master!" Brann did not question how the monsters knew about his powers. They were probably delusions anyhow. Holding one hand to each firework, he made sparks shoot out of his hands, sending the explosives flying at the bullies.
"Waaaaaahhh, haaaaaa, heeeeeee!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh!"
"Good! Good!"
"Control us, master!" The monsters then descended from behind the trees and to his side. At this point, he was starting to wonder if they really were bran damage delusions.
"Ok... If you're real... Wich, I am not one hundred percent on! Then help me beat up those bullies, ok?"
"We hurt bad kids for the master!" One of the goblins cried out, making the rest cheer. Brann then charged forth with his mighty horde of five ugly bastards and attacked the bullies.
"He's set his demons on me!"
"Ooouuuchhhy!"
"Mooooommmmy!"
"You think you're so smart!?" The Nordbergian kids yelled as the monsters chased them, convincing Brann that they were real. Before he could put the hurt on, then they locked themselves in the barn, and no matter how hard the monsters attacked, they could not bust their way in. Looking for a way around, he found the town drunk guarding the gate into the inner part of the town.
"Hey you, Witch-boy! I see you, demon child! Stop that floating about! You trying to make old Nev sick!?"
"The only thing making you sick is what's in that bottle, old man! Don't suppose I could be allowed in the town this year?"
"You ain't getting in here. I have *hic* orders! No Witch-boy's! With your funny eyes... And no demons!"
"Ya, ya, you have fun getting drunk where no one can see how disgusting you are. You old fart!" Brann then turned to go around the barn, only to see the only friendly face in town. Her name was Kelda. She was always staring at him, or following him when she thought he wasn't looking. He considered the little redhead a weirdo, but she was the only one who didn't throw things at him, so he didn't mind her that much.
"Hey, I'll show you the way! You're looking for those kids that keep picking on you, right? I know where they've gone!"
"Who am I to turn down help, lead the way." Kelda then rushed off, waving for him to follow her, and so he did. Soon he found a rather impressive snow wall with some bullies ready to start throwing stuff at him if he came close.
"Yeey! Get back, Witch-boy!"
"This is ours!"
"Don't come in here!"
"Your mean. One day, he'll make you pay!" Kelda screamed at the bullies on the wall, stomping her foot as she did. Brann never had anyone stand up for him before, so he just stood there blushing for a moment before getting back to business. Trying to light the nearby firework did no good. The bullies just put it out with a snowball.
"Enough of this shit! Get those little creeps off of the wall!" As the goblin things charged for to do his bidding. Brann noticed that Kelda was looking at him with wide eyes and a hand over her mouth.
"And what are you looking at?"
"Y-You said a swear..."
"Ya, so what? You gonna do something about it?" Brann took an aggressive stance on instinct, ready for anything.
"I... I think I like you!" Except that, he was ready for anything except that. Both he and Kelda blushed hard, and avoided eye contact for a minute or two.
"You... Seem cool too. I guess we can hang out sometime." Kelda looked as happy as she would if she was given a puppy as a midwinter present.
"Really! M-Maybe we can hold hands later!?"
"S-Sure... After this... Ok?" Kelda nodded hard as the minion came back. Their mission to clear the ice wall finished right on time. After Brann used the firework to blast open the wall, he could hear his tormenters trying to hid from their punishment.
"Get inside!"
"Quick!"
"They'll never find us in here!" Brann savored every step he took toward the hideout. He so wanted to beat the ever-loving shit out of every last one of them, but then stopped. He simply thought about how much more powerful he would feel if he had the demons kick their asses for him, and they charged in and did it for him. He began to laugh in a way that would scare a lesser person as he enjoyed the sounds of the monsters beating up the town bullies. Only when they stopped screaming coherent words and just cried like the babies they were, did Brann will his new servants to leave them alone. When they left the hut, they were wearing the bully's winter clothes, making Kelda laugh. Brann oddly liked when she laughed and wanted to know how to make her do that more.
"They look just like those jerks!" She said in between bouts of laughter. Brann then snorted.
"Only a complete fool would think that they were normal kids... Let's go see how stupid Nev is!" A short walk and a marching song from the little monsters later, and they found the hilarious answer to that question as the gates swung open.
"Hello, kiddies. Come for the party? Hey, why'd ya bring that Witch-boy? He's got funny eyes, I tell you. You can come in, but behave yourselves. Only drink apple juice... Just like *hic* me! And don't let that Witch-boy lead you astray." Brann and Kelda giggled as they got past Nev but soon found that everyone else was also fooled by the disguises to.
"Is everyone in town really this stupid?"
"Guss so... Um... You know how you said you would hold my hand after we got the other kids?"
"Oh... Right..." Brann then took Kelda's hand, making the mousy little girl squeak a little as he did. Both were blushing hard yet again.
"Th-This is too mushy! Go make some trouble, guys!" The goblin things did as they were told, entertaining the two kids to no end with their rampage. Brann then noticed a very poorly placed fireworks set up and simply had to walk him and Kelda over there. The adults guarding it crossed their arms when they approached.
"Hey, you kids can't be in here! These are highly flammable and have to be handled by professionals!"
"Oh, but sir. We are professionals... Professional fire starters!" Brann said, laughing hard as he lit the firecrackers behind the adults on fire. Lighting one of the poor men on fire as he took out the midwinter tree with the firework.
"Ha, ha, you go, Brann!"
"You know my name?"
"Ya... Do you prefer if I call you Witch-boy?"
"C-Call me whatever you want, Kelda." The two were again in awkward silence, until a boulder fell out of the sky and took out a house.
"You don't see that every day!"
"More are coming from the town gat. Common, let's take a look!" Brann and Kelda ran to the walls, pushing and shoving past people to get a good look at who was attacking. A massive army of identical-looking men in matching armor was in tight formation around the town. On the hill above them were two fat men and some creeps in robes. The fat man in armor was the one to talk.
"Bring out your magic users Nordberg. So they may be cleansed... In the name of the empire and your new governor Borius!" the fat man in armor said, gesturing to the uglier fat man in fine clothes.
"We have no magic users here! We are a simple people of the land!" The mayor tried to say in defense of the town, but the armored fatso was not having it.
"Do not lie. The sentinels have spoken! Surender your magic users, or we will cleanse this whole town if necessary!"
"Well, er... Well, maybe we do have one..." The mayor said as he then picked up Brann and tossed him over the wall.
"And a merry midwinter's eve to you too, asshole!" Brann screamed up in rage at the mayor, before turning to face the legion. This was just not his day. But the, the monsters from before appeared waving at him.
"Fallow! Fallow!"
"Come! Come!"
"Our master would fallow!"
"This way!"
"Well, I was going to have my funeral about now, but I think I'll reschedule!" Brann screamed as he ran towards the monsters. They killed any legionaries that got too close as Brann ran for his life, but soon he found himself in the kill zone of a band of archers. He willed his monsters to save him, and so they did. He was not really paying attention to what was happening, just mainly running. But he soon had nowhere to run, as boulders were placed as a makeshift wall to block his retreat.
"Path blocked!"
"Our master would find a way to break it!"
"Do I have to think of everything!?" Brann yelled as he looked around frantically, spotting a catapult, he moved to hijack it.
"Our master would take revenge on town!"
"Smash town! Smash! Smash!"
"We kill everyone when we don't have an entire army about to murder us, ok!?" Brann yelled at his goblin-thingies as they manded the catapult. The rush he felt as rocks flew from the sky, crushing everyone he wanted dead, was like nothing he had ever felt before. By the time he cleared the path for his forces to escape, he had not only destroyed every enemy formation he could see, but also smashed more than half of Nordberg. Just then, wolves charged out, but when he was about to attack, the monsters jumped up on the beasts and started riding them.
"Wolfie's friends!"
"Wolfie's attack shinies!" Not even questioning why the wolves were helping, Brann pressed on. The wolves could smash through and break enemy formations with ease, making it almost too easy. And then Brann spotted something that would make his little fighting force even more formidable.
"Smash yeti cage! Yeti smash shinies!"
"Whatever you say, goblin dude!" Brann smashed open the cage to the giant monster's delight. With his monster army, he was able to crush any empire legionnaire that dared get in his way. The only thing that managed to stop him in his tracks was the ice-breaking out from under him.
"Aw, hell! You fat ass yeti!" Brann yelled as he tried to climb the yeti to safety, but it was no use, and soon the cold wanter took him.
...
When Brannopened his eyes again, he was frozen solid in ice, in the middle of a strange room. He was surrounded by not only the weird goblins but strange men in black armor. One of the monsters, an elderly-looking fucker in moldy ragged robes with a glowing rock on a string on a stick on its back, was the first one to talk.
"A new Overlord, you say... This is the last hope for evil? He's a little short..." Incoherent babbling could be heard in the background, that apparently the old as dirt monster could understand.
"Destroyed an entire legion? Bodies... Screams... Minion carnage... That is good news! Fire up the dragon! That'll melt him out of there!" A great gout of flame melted the ice from out of nowhere, and the moment Brann was free, he took up a fighting stance.
"The boy needs a proper, evil upbringing!"
"I think I'll take care of that, Gnarl." Brann looked up to see where the voice was coming from, and he saw the most beautiful woman in the world. If not for the four batwings that came from her back and wast, he could have sworn he was looking at an angle.
"What's your name, little one?"
"B-Brann, miss, um..."
"My name is Jill, nice to meet you, Brann. I'm sure you're going to love your new home."