A/N: I have come out with another chapter. I'm going with slightly different imagine for this story and rest of the chapters will most likely be shorten that this one. Also this whole story takes place prior to the first chapter. I'm getting home only tomorrow, so the two races will be added once I update the third chapter. Enjoy

A section taken from "The Myth of Terrien" found in the University of Taomi

Creation of Terrien

It is said that once the world was a united land with rivers playing the board lines to separate the nations from each other. There were no oceans or mountains to separate the people and human were living happily visiting the neighboring countries by crossing the rivers. Everything was peaceful in the world without wars or hunger.

But even peace isn't there to last forever. A grave mistake from the bored young gods, brought forth a natural disaster that was marked down into the books as the Awakening Arc. The ground masses moved, separating from each other as rain poured down unending for couple of millenniums.

It was a miraculous day when the rain finally stopped and human kind was again welcomed by the sun light. They realized that the world was no longer the one their ancestors had once known. Some of the ground masses had collided against each raising high mountains, while the ones that moved away from each other, along with pouring rain had created huge water pool between them.

The legends say, that is how the huge island-like continent, inhabited by eight different races had been created. The races are as following: Tiradors, Krigers, Bruxos, Seirens, Zretss', Varass', Arma's and Kupecs'. It is still a mystery how the eight races had been born, some say they have been there from the creation of the world. The eight races lived on the island, coexisting with each other while maintaining peace in the yet unnamed continent. It wasn't until the appearance of Terrien siblings that the continent was finally named.

Along with them, the siblings brought forth war.

Protector

Even if he was ever to lose all of his memories, Mamoru was sure, that there was is one recollection he would never forget – the very first memory of his childhood. The memory which determined his identity. Even if he was to become a ruler one day, Mamoru found himself most comfortable with the scenes of those days.

An open horse carriage on a bumpy road, and mixed smell of fresh and rotten fish. An exciting road what would take you anywhere in the world. The very first memories of his childhood.

The young Mamoru squinted when he woke up of the smell of the rotten fish. His face was glued of the sticky dead water being and it was staring at him with one colorless eyes. "Yuck!" Mamoru let out a disgusted cry and quickly wiped away the sticky liquid from his hand. He found himself in a moving carriage covered with a warm cloth.

"Oh young one, you're awake." A deep voice spoke all of a sudden. Mamoru turned towards the voice and saw two men sitting at the front of the carriage. The speaker had dirty blond hair and kind looking dark blue eyes. His mouth was covered by a messy and unkempt beard. The man had thin figure and bumpy posture; his upper body was bending forward.

The man sitting next to him looked clearly younger than his companion. He too had slightly blond hair with dazzling water blue eyes. He had slender body built, but was more muscular than the old man. He was most likely not much over thirty years, or looked much younger to his actual age. The man didn't even have a beard to cover his almost perfect looking face.

"Protector, come here. The smell will stick to you if you're too long with the fishes." The younger man smiled at Mamoru. His voice was kind and a lot clearer than the man's next to him. The young boy looked puzzled, not understand where he was or how he had ended there. Dozens of questions went through his head, but he was too shy or confused to ask.

Mamoru inhaled deeply and the pungent smell of the rotten fish filled his lungs. He immediately covered his nose with his arm. He then made it to the men, jumping over the piles of fish. The men made space for him and let the boy sit down in the middle. The older man holding reins, swept them, commanding the horse to trot faster.

Mamoru was amazed by the scenery appearing before him. They were clearly somewhere inland as he could see nothing but trees surrounding them as they went up the rocky carriage road. On their left there was a mountain wall which continued far to the north and south. Somewhere in the distance Mamoru could see a small village.

"That is our destination, Protector." The old man pointed at the small dot in the scenery. He glanced at Mamoru who had squinted so that he would be able to see the village clearly.

"That's Veer. In ancient language it means 'spring'." His companion told and then continued. "There's an old belief in Ancany about that village. When the snow melts in Veer it means that spring has arrived."

Mamoru let out a light laughter and turned to the men with amazed look. The men glanced at each other with wondering look, but then smiled at each other. The older man swept the reins and the carriage speeded up.

Mamoru smiled widely while waving his hand to the villagers who were staring at them with surprised look. Little children chased after the carriage while laughing happily. A passing by carriage was a rare occasion in the village and everyone had come outside to look at the sight.

Before long, they had already driven past the sporadically built houses. The men stopped the carriage before the village chief's house. A tall and slender man came to greet the two tradesmen. The village chief had long silver colored hair and his dark black eyes made him look emotionless.

"Finally you two arrive, my friends. We've been waiting for you." The village chief let out a deep laugh as he greeted the two merchant who have come to the village to do some business. The villagers were waiting for the fish. Veer was inlands so there was no big lakes or rivers with fish near. They relied purely on the tradesmen.

"Roando! It's been a while. How is your family and the village?" The younger one of the tradesmen asked as he shared a strong hug with the silver haired man.

"Wideniel. We're been just fine. The winter is drawing near so we're trying our best to get meat to eat." The main continued the casual chatting with his quests. As they talked, villagers who had been expecting for the tradesmen gathered around them, ready to buy fish.

Mamoru was staring at the villagers of Veer from the carriage and was trying to figure out why they looked so strange. Their blond and silver hair along with the tall structure was already a significant remark, but he felt like there was something else what made them to look different from him. He stared as the pointy ears of the strangers vibrated as they spoke, and unconsciously moved his hand to his ears.

"Eh?" The boy was surprised when he finally realized the matter. Unlike the pointy ears of these people, his were round. He was in a strange country, surrounded by strangers. Once the reality hit him, tears started to form into the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, you have a new face with you." Roando suddenly stated as he noticed Mamoru. Wideniel smiled and went to pick up the young boy. He was caught in surprise when he felt Mamoru's body trembling and the boy was sobbing. He gently caressed his back trying to comfort lad.

"We found him near Yay. He was left there sleeping completely on his own. By his looks we assumed that he must be Kupec." Wideniel told walking back. Gahioun, his trade partner, laughed.

"That boy sure is amazing. He didn't show any signs of waking up when we carried him into our carriage. He slept over five days nonstop and woke up just before we reached here." The man told and walked closer to the little boy. Mamoru wrapped his hands around Wideniel and buried his face on his chest. Gahioun looked surprised, but let a vivid laugh.

After a small chat, the men then went to business. Wideniel and Gahioun were in hurry to reach the next town so the men gave the food, took their payment and headed towards their next destination. Roando did invite them to dinner, but they kindly refused him. The men said they would stay for longer the next time.

Mamoru watched as they drove further away from the village. Once it disappeared from his sight, the boy turned around towards the scenery which opened before him. Gahioun smiled at the boy. "Protector, do you know where are you from?" Mamoru somehow understood that the question was targeted at him. The boy shyly shook his head. Gahioun then questioned him about his parents, but Mamoru didn't recall any memories.

There was a long silence between the three men. After few glances and strange gestures that the two men shared, Wideniel then spoke. "Then would you like to come with us? To travel around the world and sell… fish?" He ended his sentence with a laugh.

"It's not very fabulous life, but at least it's better than being abandoned to mountain." Gahioun wrapped his arm around the little boy. Mamoru's face turned into a wide smile and he then nodded. The two men shared a smile. Gahioun then swept the reins, commanding the horse to trot faster. And so started Mamorus' journey as trader.

They visited countless of cities and different little towns. Mamoru grew to know about the people of Ancany and the other countries that they visited on their journey to sell food. The men told him manny stories of the country's past and the little boy was eager to hear home. To him, the dearest story was the story about how the eight siblings of Terrien found the continent and saved it from an awful war which could have destroyed it completely. Later on, the continent was named after them.

It was around his third spring with them, when the boy suddenly asked them an unexpected question. The three men had just left the capital city and were on their way to Acro. The young Mamoru sat in the middle of the men and suddenly spoke, looking at the sky. "Say. Why are you calling me Protector?"

"You know, when we first found you near Yay, you were mumbling 'Mamoru' in your sleep. In our language that means Protector. We decided to call you that." Gahioun explained to the young child.

"What's my real name then? Is it Mamoru?" He asked, curious about his past.

"I'm really sorry Protector, but we don't know. When we found you, you didn't remember anything so we also learned nothing about you, your parents or your past." Wideniel apologized.

"I wonder if they're still alive… I would love to meet them if they still are. Maybe I have cute younger siblings." The boy let out a laugh, only to realize that his eyes had started to water. In the end, Mamoru cried. Gahioun let him cry of his shoulder, comforting the young boy. Eventually the boy fell asleep, the conversation remaining in his mind as a faint memory.

When Mamoru woke up, Gahioun was gone. The mad had heart attack all of a sudden and because they were in the middle of nowhere, Wideniel couldn't get anyone to help him. That one attack had been strong enough to take Gahioun away from his companions.

The funeral had been held in Gahiouns hometown, like it had been his wish. Wideniel then told news what would completely change Mamoru's future. He walked to the sobbing boy and sat next to him. "Protector, it seems that our paths will separate now." He kept a short pause and Mamoru gave him confused look."This job was really fun and especially since I had you and that old man with me. But it's about time I start to think about my own family. Actually there's someone whose hand I would like to ask for."

Mamoru stared with disbelieve written all over his face. "Then- What about me?" he asked. Was this man going to throw him away just like that?

"Don't worry. An acquaintance of mine lives in Mine and he would gladly take a boy into his family. He has a daughter around your age, but he has always wanted a boy. From now on you'll be living with them." Mamoru wanted to object, but Wideniels expression told that the topic was over. He then sighed and left the boy.

Next day they headed towards Rinka, which was a city near the bound of Ancany and Mine. Never had their trip been so silent. Mamoru sulked at Wideniel and refused to answer to the old man. In the end, they travelled the whole trip without speaking to each other.

"We're here." Wideniel's words finally reached Mamoru's ears. The boy stood up and saw a big city opening before his eyes. The boys mouth widened in amazement, it was even bigger than the capital of Ancany.

The carriage drove to a small house which also seemed to be a public house. Windeniel offered his hand to help Mamoru down, but the boy refused him trying to act independent. He soon found himself facing the sky.

"Haha, so this person is supposed to become my brother." A young girl with wavy auburn hair and beautiful eyes was staring down at Mamoru. The girl around his age smiled lightly and reached her hand towards him. "Come on you clumsy one. Get up." She helped him up.

"Raimon Natsumi. What's your name?" The girl introduced herself and smiled kindly. Mamoru looked at her for a while with stunned look, but smiled then happily. He took Natsumi's hand.

"Mamoru." Instead of going with the name Wideniel and Gaioun had been calling him, Mamoru decided to use the word, which held a special place in his heart.

"From now on you will be Raimon Mamoru." Natsumi got ahead of things, but the boy didn't seem to mind it. The girl then repeated his name one more time.

"Mamoru."

A/N: I would love to hear your comments about the chapter.