Chapter 1: New Home
The city guards came to the scene of the crime and interviewed the nearby citizens to get some information of what happened.
"I'm very sorry for them. They were so close to me too…" a noble told the guards. "I won't forgive those who did this to my brother and his family!"
The guards left, and the noble let out a secretive smile.
"It is mine at last… everything is mine…"
The maid saw this, she knew the child she is carrying will be in danger if her master's brother were to get his hands on Eirin, and so, she left for Prontera, the baby with her.
Somewhere on the fields just north of Geffen, a little village is seen. The lush woods camouflaged the little village very well. The assassin went into the village with the child he carries.
"Who is this?" said a woman to Orson as she approaches the man.
The assassin remains silent. The woman takes the child and puts him on a bed.
"Please take care of him."
The woman was surprised, she never saw her husband this way before. He seemed to hold an interest to the child. "I will, don't you worry." She embraced the assassin.
"I'll be back, don't worry. I'm just going to report to the person who hired me…" With this said, he quickly jumps to the trees and was soon out of sight.
In a noble's mansion, Orson is talking with the owner of the house.
"I see, so only Eirin got away." The noble let out a mischievous smile "No matter, as long as the boy is dead, I don't fear a little girl taking over my brother's property."
The assassin remained silent. "Then my contract is done. I shall leave now." The assassin continued, he then disappeared from the nobles eyes.
"Brother, don't you worry. I'll take good care of your property… Heheheheh"
Back at the hidden village, Willis woke up. A single candle was illuminating the whole room.
"You alright dear?" asked the mistress of the house. Willis nods, feeling nervous. "Don't worry child, I won't bite." Willis started to feel at ease, he saw the kind face that is smiling at him. She had eyes like a sapphire, matched with her night blue hair really brought out her beauty. She is a villager, a common one to be precise. The house wasn't decorated and only one bed in it.
"May I know your name?" asked the woman kindly.
Willis shook his head, it must've been trauma but he doesn't remember who he is, where he came from or what he is doing inside the house. Everything was blank in the boy's mind. He was afraid and started crying. The woman hugged him gently as he cried on her breast.
"It's alright child… it's alright…"
After a few days, the assassin came back to the village. He hurried to his house in the far corner of the village. At the doorstep he paused.
"What is going to happen once I go in…"Orson thought to himself. Gathering up his spirits, he opened the door.
"Welcome back honey." The woman greeted her husband. The assassin smiled back as he removed his sakkat and puts it aside, revealing his scarred face.
Willis hid behind the woman. "It's alright dear, he's my husband, he's a really nice person." comforted the wife. The assassin went into the back room and changed into more comfortable clothes and kept his katar in the drawer.
As he came back out, the child was still hiding from him. "The child doesn't know who he is dear. Did something happen?"
"It's a long story, Rachel." He felt a bit relieved to hear the news. He didn't know what to say or do if in case the child remembered what he did a few days ago. "Come here, Will" Said the man in a kind tone. His face didn't show any sign of bad intention, in fact, it was very gentle.
"Will, is it the child's name?"
The man replied with a nod and extended his arms, calling the child to him.
The child slowly walked towards him. The man embraced him tight and the child did the same.
Five years passed…
"Will!" a man shouted out. He has light brown hair and brown eyes with a scar on his left. "You're doing it wrong, do it like this." he swung a knife, teaching a boy how to handle the weapon.
"Sorry, father. I'll try it again!" replied the boy. He swung the knife like what his father did.
"Good, good, we'll stop here for today."
The child went back into the house and rushed to his father's room. He takes out a book from the shelf and starts reading.
"Reading books again… You sure do like to read, don't you?"
The boy hid the book on his back. His father was in the room, approaching him. "C'mon… Let me see it. It's no use hiding it from me."
"What are you reading here eh?" asked his father, puzzled by what a 10 year old would be interested in. He raised one of his brows and continued "Spells for the Magician in Training?" The child blushed. "So you want to be a Magician eh?" said the father playfully. "That's good too."
"Do you know any spells then?"
Will nodded. "Well, let's see it then." Said the man playfully "Honey, don't blow up the house, go somewhere else to play alright?" said the man's wife.
On the plains just outside the village, the child showed some of his spells to his father.
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"Wow, very good for a child your age!"
Will blushed. "Hehe, I'm still not that good."
"Not at all, at this rate, you'll be a great magician when you grow up."
"Here, a gift for you." The man handed Will a bright red sword, it emits a warm aura around it. "I couldn't use it well, so I figured you might be better at it than I am."
"This is…?" asked Will. "It is called a 'Fire Blend' a magical sword that has power over fire. Take it, it's yours."
"Thank you, father!" the child responded with great joy. "I'll treasure it!"
"I know you will, give it a name, Will"
"I… don't know what to give it."
"Ah, haha, I see. Well, you'll know what name to give it once the time comes." Realizing the sky getting darker as the afternoon sun disappears into the horizon, the man exclaimed "Oh no! Let's go back quickly. Your mother's scarier than me when she's mad you know." Saying this, he carried the boy on his back and rushed home.