Disclaimer: I do not own Ragnarok Online. I would have been making millions by now.

This is a story....my story. My name is Thorim, descendant of the wise warlock Fenris Fenrir, and one of the greatest wizards ever known in Rune-Midgard. But in my story, I start at the very beginning. My story exceeds more than just pure greatness, fame. It has tradgedy, adventure, and of course, the last component of all: Love. But, for now, I begin my tale...Journey with me across the raging seas, snowy mountains, and above all, the dark lords. Come my friend, we begin the full tale of my quest...

The sun is shining brightly and the people of Rune-Midgard are once again bustling about, attending to their business and training theirselves in the many creatures of Rune-Midgard. I just woke up, with a smile on my face and pure happiness in me. For in Prontera, my hometown, nothing goes wrong. I get up and ready myself for I was going to go training with my father in the great city of Payon. My father is one of the greatest wizards here in Rune-Midgard, and even though he is near the highest level of magic and I am but a mage, he still helps me do my best to be a wizard like him.

author's note: for those of you who dont get the meaning of " is near the highest level of magic", it means that he's almost "level 99". Get??

'Thorim? Are you ready, my boy?'

It was my father. I smiled and happily said, 'Yes, Papa! Can we go training now?'

'Of course my dear boy! Come now! We haven't got all day to train!'

' Is Thorn and Tifa coming with us, Papa?'

' I'm afraid not. They were going to go training with their friends.'

' Is that so? That's too bad, Papa.'

Thorn and Tifa are my siblings. Tifa is the eldest and Thorn is the middle; so that makes me the youngest. Even though our Papa loves us all very much, Papa loves me the most.

' Thorim! Let's go!' Papa was outside in the stable, getting our horses.

' Coming Papa!'

At last we arrive at the walls of the great city of Payon, and I enthusiastically get off my horse to start training. I was so excited! My father and I started training together.

At long last, we were tired. How time flies when one is having fun! I was exhausted, and I wanted to go home. Finally, we started our journey back home.

While in our trip, my father asked me a question which puzzled me.

' My son, do you know anything about the chosen ones?'

' No Papa, why?'

' Thorim, do you know the four great heroes of Rune-Midgard?'

' Of course I do, Papa! There was...hmm...lets see.... the rune knight Chaos Baldur, cleric Iris Irine, then was the warlock Fenris Fenrir, and the deadly assassin Loki. Why do you ask Papa??'

' It's good that you know the mighty heroes of Rune-Midgard. I am proud of you son, and I was merely testing you if you know about them. That is all.'

Even though my father said that, I was still puzzled. At that time, I did not know that I was a descendant of Fenris Fenrir and was a chosen one. My knowledge of things only exceed to as of the tales that my mother told me when I was young. I have much to learn. I decided to let this conversation pass since I was still very young and did not give much care for 'complicated things'. At long last, we arrived in Prontera. I expected to see people hustling and bustling about, but what I saw was horrifying. Bodies of many warriors were scattered and blood was all over the place. Even the water on the fountain on the middle of Prontera was bloody red. I looked at my father; it seemed that he had the same reaction as I had. Soon, we found out the cause of this massacre; it was an Osiris, Doppelganger, and a Pharaoh. Many other warriors were there, obviously trying to fend off the MVPs. Only that their efforts were in vain. Even the great wizards and other great players were there. Some were dead, some still standing. Wether they were using their arrows, blades or conjuring their spells, it was not enough. More and more blood was spilt. My father's sorrowful face turned into one of anger.

' Thorim, I want you to go to the house and see if your mother and siblings are there. And I want you to stay there, alright?'

' But Papa--'

' This is not the time for arguments, Thorim! Go to the house, immediately!! Protect them from harm! I entrust you and only you with this task, Thorim!' with that, my father rode towards the MVP's.

I knew it was no use to argue with my father. I knew that he was concerned about my safety, but I was concerned about him too. Fearing for his life, I quickly directed my horse to the house. I banged the door open and saw my dear mother and siblings huddled in the corner of our room. I ran to them and embraced them tight. My mother was in a verge of tears, and she hugged me tightly.

' My son! I thought you weren't coming back! Where is your Papa?' Her voice was shaky.

I could not bring myself to answer her. I knew that if my mother found out, she would rush out of the house and immediately sacrifice her life for Papa. So I chose not to answer her.

' What happened, Mama?' I asked her. My mother could not answer me. It seems as if she has read my mind and only dug her face on Tifa's shirt. Tifa was in no good shape too. She herself was covered with wounds and bruises, and Thorn was in the same state. They had been in battle too, but mother made them come back. Still, my question remained unanswered. Tifa chose to answer it for me.

' We too didn't know what was happening. When we came back from training, the monsters were already there. Apparently, an incompetent fool had summoned them just for a laugh. But he himself had been slain. In fact, he was the first of hundreds. Serves him right to die, The foul cockroach!!!!' with that, Tifa herself burst into tears and hugged Mama tighter. Even Thorn, who barely showed emotions, was crying. I couldn't stand the thought of innocent people dying, just for a laugh!!! I myself wanted to go straight down to the underworld and kill him again, but more important matters were at risk right now. Making up my mind, I stood up, and ran to the battlefield.

' Thorim?!?! Where are you going?!?' I heard Thorn shout.

' Thorim!!!!!! Come back!!!!! I don't want to lose you too!!!!' Mama screamed.

' Thorim!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' I heard all of them shout. I knew it was the last words that I would hear them say. But I couldn't go back now. I'm sorry Papa, for disobeying you; I'm sorry Mama, I love you very much; I'm sorry, Tifa and Thorn, please take care of Mama for me. Tears threatened to escape from my eyes, but I held them back. A man musn't cry, no matter what.

I reached my destination and was stunned. Dead bodies were scattered everywhere. I frantically searched for Papa. There he was covered in blood and exhaustedly casting a spell. It looks like they had defeated the Doppelganger and the Pharaoh, but the Osiris remained standing. I looked in horror as the Osiris took aim at Papa. I immediately ran towards him and blocked him. Papa saw this and harshly said,

' Thorim?!?! What are you doing here?!?! I thought I told you to stay home!!'

' But Papa, I can't just leave you here!!!'

' No Thorim, I can't make you risk your life for me!! You HAVE to live!!!' Papa said desperately.

' But why, Papa?!?! Why can't you live too?!?!?!' I desperately tried to hold back tears, but it was no use. I didn't want Papa to die, but I had no choice. Trying desperately to save Papa from harm, I sent fired firebolts at the Osiris, even though I knew that it was no use. I wanted it's attention to be me, so that the few warriors who were standing do not need to lose their lives. As expected, the Osiris diverted its attention to me. It started walking towards me, its footsteps shaking the earth.

' Thorim, what are you doing?!?! You could be killed!!!' Papa said angrily.

' I am sorry, Papa, for you do not need to risk your life to save someone like me. You deserve to live!!!'

By now, the only warriors left standing were three wizards, two assasins, one priestess, three hunters, five blacksmiths, two knights but one was heavily wounded. I saw them trying to divert its attention, desperately trying to make it fight them. More tears trinkled down my face, but I was shocked when I saw Papa and the other two wizards setting up an ice wall around them; and I wasn't inside. Realization struck me; and I banged my fists against the ice wall, tears flowing down my face.

' Papa!! Papa!!! What are you doing?!?!?!'

Papa's hardened expression turned into a soft one. He silently told one of the assassins to cover him for he had to tell me something. The assassin nodded and quickly returned to the battlefield.

' What do you want to tell me Papa??'

' Remember when I asked you if you know anything about the chosen ones and if you knew about our four heroes?'

I nodded.

' The thing is---' He was cut short when screams were heard and I saw that the five blacksmiths were slain and had fallen to the ground. One of the assassins screamed out and charged towards the Osiris. Sadly, she too was slan and the two knights and the last assassin made the last desperate attempt. But it was no use. Finally, the only people left were Papa, two wizards, the three hunters, and one priestess. I knew that the end was coming, and I once again tried convince Papa to get out of there. Papa smiled sadly and said,

' I am sorry my son. The truth is we are the descendants of the warlock hero, Fenris Fenrir. Our race are the so called chosen ones, that means you are too. When I die, you have to take my place. I am sorry that it ends this way. I would have been proud to see you become a wizard, just like me. Take care of your mother and siblings for me, my son. Goodbye.' At long last, Papa had cried too. He smiled faintly and mouthed the words 'goodbye' as more tears escaped his eyes. The small group had formed a circle, with the Osiris stuck in a trap, which was in the middle. The last huntress had died, and the priestess,with tears in her eyes, was casting the last Magnus Exorcimus. The two wizards were casting Storm Gust, while Papa was casting his last resort: Lord of Vermilion. The scene was covered in blinding light and the last I could see was Papa vanishing inside the light. the light faded away; and I was mortified by what I saw: the priestess had survived; but she had fainted after using up much of her power. One wizard was still, standing, exhausted, but it wasn't Papa. I was stunned when I saw Papa lying beside another huntress, which was his sister. My tears were spilling continueosly, before everything turned dark, I shouted,

' PAPA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

tbc......

this is not the end of my tale. It is merely the beginning.....

author's note: Did you like it? As Thorim said, this isn't the end, there's a next chappie to this! I'm working on it! Anyway, for now, review plzz!!! Comments and suggestions are welcome!!!!! Thank you everybody!!!! The romance will be in the other chapters! Till then!!!