Author's Note: Hi again everybody. This chapter is where it's all going to begin. The first was sort of a preview, but I hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing. Please R a R I want to know if the story is going well so far, because I want to make it as good as I can for you suikofans out there. Peace! Oh, and although its hard to believe, I do NOT own suikoden or any characters.

The Beginning

The next morning

A mysterious blue aura, the type you hear about in fairytales told by your parents about the far-off lands of Kanakan, and the Sindar. It shown brightly in Bob's eyes, a sign of a power more destructive than any other, yet more composed and good then any other also.

A mysterious being, enclosed in robes. Eyes closed, long beautiful black hair, stepped out like a Goddess. She walked slowly up to Bob, silent, so calmy, so content to be in that strange world Bob had found himself in. Bob looked up, the same way he did as a pp when he would look to his mother for comfort, but with a small amount of fear. Fear of the power luminescing off this wonderous being.

"Who...who are you??", Bob asked, curiously.

The being turned around admiring the sky that cold be seen overhead of this wonderful world. She stared at the stars, much in the same way the elders of his home village used to do.

"My-My , such a burden for one who has seen so much.."

Bob was mystified by this. What burden was she talking about? Standing up, he slowly walked up to the mysterious person, when..

"Stay where you are!!"

"Huh?"

Out of nowhere, another person appeared, wearing green cloaks, surrounded by the howling winds he had summoned.

"You must not get close to the Seer, you may disturb her as she reads the stars." Luc calmly explained.

"Read the stars?"

"Yes, Lady Leknaat is a Seer, she sees the future in the stars." "But the future is not certain. Luc, you may leave now."

Luc, staring at his master, disappeared in an engulfment of wind.

"Please excuse my young apprentice, he is over-protective and ignorant."

Bob slowly walked up to the woman.

"So .. Your name is."

"Yes, Leknaat. Foreseer of the future, guider of the stars. I see your star Bob. It's wandering. It's lost. You have lost all that was precious to you. Such a shame for somebody so young.Bob, I have seen what happened to your village. I saw many years ago. It is a terrible shame I can not stand up to my sister."

Shaking her head, she turned her back on Bob.

"You see Bob, it was my sister that destroyed your village. Not that insane knight you encountered."

Bob had transformed by this point, growling, angry at what he had heard.

"You knew about this!?!? But didn't even try to warn us!?!" Growling, the urge to kill over took him. With his claws out, he lunged at her, slashing madly and growling. An insane man in an act of sadness and desperation.

Leknaat calmly stayed as she was. Sighing, she whispered "I can help you, Bob.....I can help you take vengeance upon my sister and her slave.

Bob immediately stopped charging. Like a child he fell to the ground, whimpering, lost without his parent's guidance. "Who is your sister?" Bob asked, his head bopping up in curiosity.

"My..My 'sister's' name is Windy, and that knight you saw here with, you already know his name".

"Yuber...."

"Bob, your elder's true rune has not left the village. It is time for you to wake up to the real world, and leave this dream world I built. Bob, find that true rune, and it will guide you to them......"

Leknaat closed her eyes, and a blinding blue light appeared and engulfed Bob.

The Village Of The Lycanthropes

The smell of Roast in the air, the world entirely black. Complete blackness , and the smell...Bob opened his eyes......

So bright. The sun was directly above him, its light raining down upon him, making his arm sting. Bob inspected his arm. A cut, around 3 inches long, running up his arm, narrowly missing his wrist. He was still laying outside the elder's house, on the rough ground that was covered in rocks. One had conveniently wedged itself on his spine.

Standing up, he neally fell straight back down , how weak and tired his bones and muscles were. Limping , he made his way inside the High Elder's house, through the small door that was custom made specifically for the elder's height. Bob had to crouch down to fit through it.

Inside, the stench of death was obvious. It smelt the same when a wild boar had died in the middle of the village and maggots were scavenging it. Looking into the elder's bedroom, there was the body, although who it was nobody could say, such was the sate of the mangled corpse. All limbs had been cut off , blood smeared on everything in the room, especially over the elder's face. A sign of disrespect.

Bob ran outside, his face going green from the disturbing sight. Outside, it wasn't any better.

Bodies were piled up in 4 different points in the village. The ground was soaked in blood, probably from the bodies being dragged to their designated spots.

Bob found a singular shovel with a note on it:

"Maybe this will be of help" - Yuber

Enraged, he tore at the note, spitting at it, when he realised the shovel again. Staring between the shovel and the piles of bodies, he started digging.

2 Days Later

Intestines falling out, heads falling off, Bob persevered in dragging each corpse from it's pile and to a specific grave he had dug for each.

All the bodies were in their graves and covered now, except two. He stared at his mother's corpse. A tear running down his eye. He stared at the body, his blood-soaked form shivering. Falling to the ground, he started shaking. Tears ran down his cheeks onto the ground before him.

Composing himself, he stood up, and buried his mother. He made his way back to his house, or what remained of it. The house was still standing, if only slightly. There was no roof, and the door had been ripped out off of it's hinges.

He eyed the wooden spoon. The one that had continuously given him dreams, or should he say, nightmares. Making his way back to the grave with the spoon rapped in a shoal, he placed it on the pile of dirt.

" I hope your with dad, wherever you are..."

Then he remembered.....the High Elder. He walked backwards, staring at his mother's grave, finally turning around once he reached the front door of the High Elder's House.

He walked in to grab the body when he noticed the High Elder's index finger on his left hand pointing towards the center of town, to the Great Shrine.

Forgetting the body he ran outside ad looked at the sky, when he heard a familiar voice.

"Find the true rune...."

He changed his direction to the Great Shrine, wondering how the true rune could be in there. He grabbed for the shovel. And swung madly at it. He swung for hours and hours, till it was dark, when he finally collapsed, giving up.

He looked up at the sky, a tear forming in his eye. Why couldn't he break the Shrine statue? He had admitted defeat, when he saw something a touch of moonlight shining of the statue. The moonlight was sparkling off the eye!

He got to his feet madly, mustering together all the energy he had left, climbing the statue to the eye. Sure enough, a small blue-white crystal was inside the eye, shining softly in the night.

He tried everything he could think of, and, after much attempt, realised the eye wouldn't budge, when he noticed a gap in the other eye, possibly for something to go.

Inspecting the hole, it was wide , and curved a bit at the opening. Perfect for...for...a spoon!!!

He raced for his mother's grave. Grabbing the spoon, he made his way straight back to the shrine.

He wedged the spoon into the empty eye socket and turned it! The figure of the Lycanthrope split in half! There was a bright white light emitting from it, blinding him, when he could vaguely see somebody standing in front of him.

The light slowly faded, and left a single figure in front of him.

Tall, proud , strong. It was something which Bob had neve seen before. A true Lycanthrope Warrior. It stood in front of him, holding his sword, not as a challenge, but as a way of greetings. He smiled.

"Finally, somebody has found me..I should have known it would be you Bob!"

The figure seemed to be excited but at the same time trying to stay serious. He walked closer to Bob and touched him on the cheek.

"I have seen what you have been through, and also, what lies ahead of you".

Bob was puzzled by this, and had only one question.

"Are you alive?"

The figure was surprised by such a question

"What, you think ive been inside the statue for the past 20 years of your life trying to breathe? I am passed on to the other side, but my spirit remains here to protect what you seek. Now.Bob, put your right hand out, and receive the gift we have protected for a millennia."

Bob put his right hand out, when the sky itself seemed to be on fire, burning from the ower of the rune. When the light was gone, Bob was left alone, staring at the statue, and then, noticing the engraving on his right hand. He heard a voice come out of the statue.

"You have inherited the Rune Of Life, Bob. We took it during the Grasslands War all those years ago. The Harmonians used it to give revive dead soldier's, but remember, to give somebody their life back, you must take one at the same time. That rune also has magnificent destructive powers, so use it wisely. Now, leave this village and fight for these people, fight for justice! Go!Now!

Bob started to run to the village entrance, when he remembered the spoon. He quickly took it out of the slot and put it back to rest on his mother's grave. He then ran as fast as he could to the gate entrance. Upon getting there, he looked back at what was now just a graveyard. All those people, they thought he had killed them, but he vowed to prove them wrong. Turning his hands into fists, and tears threatening to spill, he turned his back on the village, and would never look back.

Author's Note: Well that chapter was extremely rushed ( Btw the spirit WAS his father and I promise ill make up for this rushed chapter with my next one, when Bob finds himself in Zexen territory. Ooooooooooo!!