(A Note From Me: This is my first Fan-Fic... EVER! So please review, and if need be, be harsh... I want to improve my writing, not swim in sympathetic comments... SOOO! Write honest reviews, even if you don't have anything to say about the story... could you at least review and say something like "I read it, and it was ." Thanks and enjoy!)
Liam looked out his second story window. Three hours until dawn, the rising bell would soon ring, and he would need to force his aching limbs once again into motion. Not that he had anything against the training. In fact he loved it. It helped him to eliminate all his fears... or at least most of them...
The fact remained that Liam was afraid of magic. He had been for the past 5 years of his life. When the town advisor came to him when he was three, and told him to stay still, Liam didn't know what to think. But when the racking claws scraped the inside of his mind, his whole body went limp with fear. He felt as if he didn't have a secret in the world.
When the advisor had finished, he looked to his parents, and told them that he possessed no magical gift and was worthless to the community. His parents loved him, but were not able to deal with the shame of having a child with no magical ability, sent him to the Shang, with hopes that he would find acceptance there.
His parents had left him there and with a smile and a single tear from his mother left there with the hard faced Shang Lion. Magic had ruined his life, it had taken his family from him, what other powers did it possess?
The Shang Lion was kind enough, he showed young Liam to a single room on the second floor, the room in which Liam would spend the next 18 years of his life. It was simple, a hay mattress, on a wooden pallet, a small desk, and a single shelf where he could store his personals. His trunk fit at the end of his bed, and contained all his belongings. Liam knew he could live here, he could fight this and prove to that horrible town advisor that he could become something worth while.
He sat on his mattress, and for the first time wondered how he had managed to get there, a three year old boy, alone, in a dark room. Standing up he decided to head to dinner. As he walked to the door he walked directly into a wooden beam. A single wooden beam, the architecture piece he failed to notice in his all too optimistic over view of his quarters.
"I'm all alone." He said to the darkness, and he never knew the true meaning of this until he met the Lioness. But at present he was only three, and wondered down to the kitchens, hoping to get a warm roll and some milk before retreating to the darkness for the night.
(A note from me – Okay… it's a little short but I think this is a good place to end this chapter… sooo… send me some reviews, and I'll post chapter 2)