Chapter 4
Ren looked up at the great castle of Lindblum. It was decorated in black, to honor the passing of the late Cid and his wife Hilde. The two of them were killed in a ship accident, it was said. He ran a hand through his mess of shortish black hair as strong wind blew around him, a rare thing inside Lindblum's walls, and he turned quickly on his heel. A young boy of about 10 stood there, holding a tall gnarled staff.

"We've been looking for you, Ren. We have news."

"News already?" Ren asked, only slightly surprised, "On the mages or Alexadria?"

"Both, actually." The boy smiled and pointed his staff and a bar in front of him. "We'd better go inside, yes? I'm making a little mess out here, if you know what I mean." Ren nodded, and the two of them headed inside. Then it began to thunder.

Adam's lip quivered nervously as he stared at another shadow in front of him. It was much bigger than before, and kept shuffling around.

"Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to turn around and greet me?" Slowly, Adam got to his feet. The voice sounded different this time- it wasn't the same person, and he sounded less menacing. Not because his voice was softer, because it wasn't, but because he just seemed inferior. Like he had less splendor. Adam turned to face the man in the hallway.

"Hm. No horn." He was tall, blonde, wore a big trench coat, looked like a murderer. If Adam had been seven years old, he would've screamed and tried to run away. And, seeing that he's seven years old, that's just what he did. He screamed, and turned to run away when he felt a sharp yank on the back of his head.

"Shut up you worthless brat."
AU: Okay, that is so short it makes me sick, but I stopped writing and there are shorter stories than this so there. XP