Chapter one: Starting Life
The sun was starting to vanish over the horizon for the village of Karaya. Luckily, the day was great. The people of the village had farmed superb crops, and the wonderful weather gave every child in the village a beautiful day to play around. To any other person, the day couldn't have been any better.
But to one man, his day was about to get even more wonderful.
A young Karayan man quickly paced around in front of his hut, where the local was currently tending to the man's wife. He was tall, had whitish hair and wore an outfit made of neat Karayan leather. His sandals, however, seemed a size too small, as most of his toes were sticking out of the sandal and hanging over the ground.
The reason his day was going to get better was the fact that he was about to become a father.
The young man suddenly froze in his steps and winced in pain as he held the scar he had along the back of his neck which he had bravely took for his wife a few years ago.
His name was Tyron, a brave soldier and the current tutor of a sixteen year- old lad named Beecham. The teen had said that he wanted to master his ability with a sword so he could one day protect the chief-to-be, Lucia, whom was currently eleven.
While he was a respected man, Tyron was questioned for marrying the woman who was now his wife. Why, you may ask?
She was a Harmonian spy.
Yes, that's right, a Harmonian spy. However, Tyron's wife, Kelsey, insists that the following story is true:
Kelsey worked for a high-ranking Harmonian general up until a few years ago. Her job was to scout out the enemy, hang around a while and report back, explaining their strategy. Kelsey didn't have a problem with this until her employer started targeting villages and towns who would never raise a weapon unless heavily provoked. Quickly becoming fed up with how corrupt her employer was become, Kelsey fled Harmonia, hoping that she wouldn't have been found out. Unfortunately, her wishes weren't granted. As she was running through the Grasslands in hopes of coming across someplace that could take her in, several Harmonian soldiers ambushed Kelsey. She was no match for them, and was quickly overpowered. However, as she was being led away, a young Karayan man leapt at one of the soldiers and attacked. The soldiers released Kelsey and started to gang up on the young man, but he proved superior, quickly cutting the soldiers down. The Karayan man came out victorious, but not before taking a sword blow to the back of the neck. Afterwards, the man introduced himself as Tyron and led the extremely grateful Kelsey back to Karaya, where the chief said she was welcome as long as she didn't try anything that would be traitorous. Kelsey instantly agreed, saying that she would never betray the village that took her in.
At least, that's the story that Kelsey says. Tyron can back her up on everything after he arrived to help her, and even says that he believes the whole story.
Tyron stopped pacing when he heard footsteps coming from behind. Looking over his left shoulder, he saw a young Lucia and a teenage Beecham walking up to him. Seeing them coming, Tyron turned around completely to look at the young Karayans.
"What's up, you two?" Tyron asked.
"Tyron, we're just worried about the baby." Lucia said.
"Yeah. What if the baby looked like its mother and didn't have tanned skin?" Beecham continued.
"I would still love it." Tyron replied simply. "It would be my child, and I intend to treat it like it."
Lucia shook her head. "That's not what we're talking about. If the baby looked like a Harmonian, the people tracking Kelsey could find out where she is, invade the village and kill both your wife and child."
Tyron froze. He never thought about that. It would be true, seeing a Harmonian child living in a Karayan village would raise attention because it was so unusual and it would raise much more attention than seeing Kelsey because she looked somewhat like a Karayan to begin with because of a newly- acquired tan.
After a moment of thought, Tyron stood straight and look at the two youngsters. "I swear I won't let that happen. I'll protect them both with my life."
Beecham sighed. "Okay, sir. Just as long as you know what could happen."
Lucia smacked Beecham upside the head. "Don't say stuff like that, Beecham! I trust Tyron and I know he's not gonna let anything happen."
Beecham rubbed the back of his head, where Lucia had struck. "Hey, hey! I was just kidding!"
Lucia shook her head, said her goodbye to Tyron, turned around and walked away, followed closely by Beecham.
Watching the two walk off, Tyron chuckled to himself, mentally saying to himself that it looked like Beecham had feelings for the young Lucia.
The young man took his attention away from Beecham and Lucia to look at one of the huts, where a Karayan woman about the same age as he was sitting, knitting what looked like a small shirt out of Karayan leather. Tyron smirked as he walked over to Luce. He knew Luce didn't have any children, so he knew that she was knitting for a certain child in the village, like she had done so many times in the past.
Luce looked up from where she sat and saw Tyron coming. She smiled warmly. "Why, hello Tyron." She said.
"Hello, Luce." Tyron replied. "I see you're knitting again. Who's the lucky one this time? Anne?"
Luce chuckled lightly. "Oh, no. I've already knitted for that sweet little angel." She stated with a smile. "This is for YOUR child."
Tyron's eyes widened as he looked at the tiny shirt Luce was knitting. He turned his gaze back to Luce and smiled. "Why, thank you, Luce. I'm very touched by your kindness."
Luce sighed happily. "Your very welcome." She said. "I've always loved knitting for the young ones."
Tyron chuckled as he shook his head back and forth. "Luce, sometimes I get the feeling that you care too much."
"Well, sometimes, I think that too." Luce replied. "But looking at the adorable eyes of the children seems to make it all worth it."
"I guess so." Tyron said. "Well, again I thank you in advance, Luce."
Luce again smiled. "It's always my pleasure."
Bidding farewell to Luce, Tyron walked back to his hut, where he continued to pace impatiently.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Tyron noticed someone leaving the hut. The elderly man that came out was also a Karayan and also wore Karayan leather, but carried a doctor's bag in his had.
Tyron immediately approached the doctor. "How is she, doc?" he asked.
The doctor smiled at Tyron. "She's doing fine." He said. "And so is your new son."
"Son?" Tyron asked, tears starting to roll down his face.
"Yes, it is." The doctor replied, holding out his hand to Tyron. "Congratulations."
Tyron gladly shook the doctor's hand. "Thank you so much, doc." He said. "Is there anything I could do to repay you?"
The doctor simply shook his head. "It's quite alright, Tyron. I'm just glad to see my patients happy."
After receiving another thanks from Tyron, the doctor started his trek back to his hut.
After watching the doctor walk off, Tyron turned around and walked towards his hut. Pushing the soft entrance aside, Tyron walked into the hut.
It didn't take very long for Tyron to find his wife, as he instantly spotted her lying on the bed, a small child in her arms. Tyron smiled and walked over to his completed family. Upon closer inspection, Tyron inwardly sighed with relief when he saw that the boy indeed had Karayan skin. He was currently sleeping.
Kelsey saw Tyron and smiled. "Hey." She said softly.
"Hey." Tyron whispered back. He got down beside the bed and gently wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulder as he looked at his new son.
"He's a very beautiful boy." Tyron observed.
"Yes he is." A tear-stained Kelsey replied. "What shall we call him?"
"We can't give him a Harmonian name." Tyron stated. "If we did, it would attract the soldiers."
"That's right. We'd have to give him a Karayan name." Kelsey replied.
"But what?"
Kelsey took a good, hard looked into the closed eyes of her son. For some reason, a name seemed to roll off her tongue.
"Cyra."
Tyron smiled as he repeated the name, slowly nodding his head. "Cyra."
To be continued...
Author's notes: Well, chapter one finished. I'll try to work on the next chapter after the next chapter for Juggler's Rage is up. And yes, 'Cyra' is actually Samus. But you'll see what happens in the next few chapters. DEL!, did you receive my e-mail yet? I sent one a couple weeks ago and never got a reply so I sent out another. Anyway, please read and review!
The sun was starting to vanish over the horizon for the village of Karaya. Luckily, the day was great. The people of the village had farmed superb crops, and the wonderful weather gave every child in the village a beautiful day to play around. To any other person, the day couldn't have been any better.
But to one man, his day was about to get even more wonderful.
A young Karayan man quickly paced around in front of his hut, where the local was currently tending to the man's wife. He was tall, had whitish hair and wore an outfit made of neat Karayan leather. His sandals, however, seemed a size too small, as most of his toes were sticking out of the sandal and hanging over the ground.
The reason his day was going to get better was the fact that he was about to become a father.
The young man suddenly froze in his steps and winced in pain as he held the scar he had along the back of his neck which he had bravely took for his wife a few years ago.
His name was Tyron, a brave soldier and the current tutor of a sixteen year- old lad named Beecham. The teen had said that he wanted to master his ability with a sword so he could one day protect the chief-to-be, Lucia, whom was currently eleven.
While he was a respected man, Tyron was questioned for marrying the woman who was now his wife. Why, you may ask?
She was a Harmonian spy.
Yes, that's right, a Harmonian spy. However, Tyron's wife, Kelsey, insists that the following story is true:
Kelsey worked for a high-ranking Harmonian general up until a few years ago. Her job was to scout out the enemy, hang around a while and report back, explaining their strategy. Kelsey didn't have a problem with this until her employer started targeting villages and towns who would never raise a weapon unless heavily provoked. Quickly becoming fed up with how corrupt her employer was become, Kelsey fled Harmonia, hoping that she wouldn't have been found out. Unfortunately, her wishes weren't granted. As she was running through the Grasslands in hopes of coming across someplace that could take her in, several Harmonian soldiers ambushed Kelsey. She was no match for them, and was quickly overpowered. However, as she was being led away, a young Karayan man leapt at one of the soldiers and attacked. The soldiers released Kelsey and started to gang up on the young man, but he proved superior, quickly cutting the soldiers down. The Karayan man came out victorious, but not before taking a sword blow to the back of the neck. Afterwards, the man introduced himself as Tyron and led the extremely grateful Kelsey back to Karaya, where the chief said she was welcome as long as she didn't try anything that would be traitorous. Kelsey instantly agreed, saying that she would never betray the village that took her in.
At least, that's the story that Kelsey says. Tyron can back her up on everything after he arrived to help her, and even says that he believes the whole story.
Tyron stopped pacing when he heard footsteps coming from behind. Looking over his left shoulder, he saw a young Lucia and a teenage Beecham walking up to him. Seeing them coming, Tyron turned around completely to look at the young Karayans.
"What's up, you two?" Tyron asked.
"Tyron, we're just worried about the baby." Lucia said.
"Yeah. What if the baby looked like its mother and didn't have tanned skin?" Beecham continued.
"I would still love it." Tyron replied simply. "It would be my child, and I intend to treat it like it."
Lucia shook her head. "That's not what we're talking about. If the baby looked like a Harmonian, the people tracking Kelsey could find out where she is, invade the village and kill both your wife and child."
Tyron froze. He never thought about that. It would be true, seeing a Harmonian child living in a Karayan village would raise attention because it was so unusual and it would raise much more attention than seeing Kelsey because she looked somewhat like a Karayan to begin with because of a newly- acquired tan.
After a moment of thought, Tyron stood straight and look at the two youngsters. "I swear I won't let that happen. I'll protect them both with my life."
Beecham sighed. "Okay, sir. Just as long as you know what could happen."
Lucia smacked Beecham upside the head. "Don't say stuff like that, Beecham! I trust Tyron and I know he's not gonna let anything happen."
Beecham rubbed the back of his head, where Lucia had struck. "Hey, hey! I was just kidding!"
Lucia shook her head, said her goodbye to Tyron, turned around and walked away, followed closely by Beecham.
Watching the two walk off, Tyron chuckled to himself, mentally saying to himself that it looked like Beecham had feelings for the young Lucia.
The young man took his attention away from Beecham and Lucia to look at one of the huts, where a Karayan woman about the same age as he was sitting, knitting what looked like a small shirt out of Karayan leather. Tyron smirked as he walked over to Luce. He knew Luce didn't have any children, so he knew that she was knitting for a certain child in the village, like she had done so many times in the past.
Luce looked up from where she sat and saw Tyron coming. She smiled warmly. "Why, hello Tyron." She said.
"Hello, Luce." Tyron replied. "I see you're knitting again. Who's the lucky one this time? Anne?"
Luce chuckled lightly. "Oh, no. I've already knitted for that sweet little angel." She stated with a smile. "This is for YOUR child."
Tyron's eyes widened as he looked at the tiny shirt Luce was knitting. He turned his gaze back to Luce and smiled. "Why, thank you, Luce. I'm very touched by your kindness."
Luce sighed happily. "Your very welcome." She said. "I've always loved knitting for the young ones."
Tyron chuckled as he shook his head back and forth. "Luce, sometimes I get the feeling that you care too much."
"Well, sometimes, I think that too." Luce replied. "But looking at the adorable eyes of the children seems to make it all worth it."
"I guess so." Tyron said. "Well, again I thank you in advance, Luce."
Luce again smiled. "It's always my pleasure."
Bidding farewell to Luce, Tyron walked back to his hut, where he continued to pace impatiently.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Tyron noticed someone leaving the hut. The elderly man that came out was also a Karayan and also wore Karayan leather, but carried a doctor's bag in his had.
Tyron immediately approached the doctor. "How is she, doc?" he asked.
The doctor smiled at Tyron. "She's doing fine." He said. "And so is your new son."
"Son?" Tyron asked, tears starting to roll down his face.
"Yes, it is." The doctor replied, holding out his hand to Tyron. "Congratulations."
Tyron gladly shook the doctor's hand. "Thank you so much, doc." He said. "Is there anything I could do to repay you?"
The doctor simply shook his head. "It's quite alright, Tyron. I'm just glad to see my patients happy."
After receiving another thanks from Tyron, the doctor started his trek back to his hut.
After watching the doctor walk off, Tyron turned around and walked towards his hut. Pushing the soft entrance aside, Tyron walked into the hut.
It didn't take very long for Tyron to find his wife, as he instantly spotted her lying on the bed, a small child in her arms. Tyron smiled and walked over to his completed family. Upon closer inspection, Tyron inwardly sighed with relief when he saw that the boy indeed had Karayan skin. He was currently sleeping.
Kelsey saw Tyron and smiled. "Hey." She said softly.
"Hey." Tyron whispered back. He got down beside the bed and gently wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulder as he looked at his new son.
"He's a very beautiful boy." Tyron observed.
"Yes he is." A tear-stained Kelsey replied. "What shall we call him?"
"We can't give him a Harmonian name." Tyron stated. "If we did, it would attract the soldiers."
"That's right. We'd have to give him a Karayan name." Kelsey replied.
"But what?"
Kelsey took a good, hard looked into the closed eyes of her son. For some reason, a name seemed to roll off her tongue.
"Cyra."
Tyron smiled as he repeated the name, slowly nodding his head. "Cyra."
To be continued...
Author's notes: Well, chapter one finished. I'll try to work on the next chapter after the next chapter for Juggler's Rage is up. And yes, 'Cyra' is actually Samus. But you'll see what happens in the next few chapters. DEL!, did you receive my e-mail yet? I sent one a couple weeks ago and never got a reply so I sent out another. Anyway, please read and review!