1. And let the story begin…

I caught Eddie in his lab trying to fix a huge broken telescope not to long ago.

"Hey!" I called to him from the bottom of the latter that led up to the telescope.

"Hey!" he called back, waving his wrench at me.

I watched him put up the tool and start to claim down the long latter. I moved from my spot as he slid down.

"Time for you to tell me a story." I smiled as he looked at me.

"Which story should I tell you?" he gave me a half smile that I'm usually famous for.

"The last one, the final one you need to tell me."

"Oh, that one." He paused for a moment as if thinking about what to say next. "It's a long one."

"I know."

"Ok." He cleared his throat. "It was over a thousand years ago. I fund myself at the right place at the right time…

I was somehow in servitude to the Witch Medusa. She was having a child; a baby girl. Now you would think that this child would be a witch too, but Medusa wouldn't have it that way. The child was born with pink hair and was named Chrona.

"Isn't she beautiful?" medusa looked at me.

"Ya, she is." I answered honestly. I couldn't tell you who the father of the little girl was, but that was only because I had only met Medusa after she had gotten pregnant. That, and she wouldn't tell me.

But this story doesn't really start till 5 years later." He started to remember back.

"Why is that?" I asked.

He smiled sweetly at me and handed me a screwdriver. "Because that's just how it is. By the way, could you fix that thing other there?" he pointed to his computer.

"Sure." I shrugged.

"Medusa was surprisingly kind to Chrona. I thought the snake witch would be cruel to her little girl, but I was wrong…

5 years had pasted; I was putting laundry on the clothes line on a brisk October Wednesday. It was the week before Halloween, now that I think about it. Chrona was playing in the backyard of Medusa's house where I was hanging clothes. It was a beautiful day. Warm too. Medusa had made me her babysitter when she would be in her lab.

I had just put a towel on the line when a small voice arrested my attention. "You are a weakling!" I looked behind me to the side walk behind the house. After-all, Medusa lived in a suburb far from Death City. So she didn't need 'soul protect'.

The voice belonged to a small boy with messy black hair and a white x-shaped scar on his face. He was about 7 or 8 years old. He was yelling at another little boy who ran away calling "mommy!" the scared boy made his way down the street and stopped short at the gate to the back yard. The white fence was only a about a foot taller than him. It was the kind of fence you would expect to see on a farm. He stepped up onto the bottom beam and looked up at me.

"You call that hanging?" he asked as if I didn't know what I was doing.

"What's it to you young man?" I smiled at him, hoping he would at least smile back.

Instead, he gave me a blank look as Chrona navigated her way through the wet fabric.

"You sir, are an idiot." The boy spoke once more. He didn't see Chrona. He was focused on me.

"That wasn't vary nice." Chrona smoothed out her light purple and black sundress as she looked up at him.

His gaze met her's. He blushed slightly as he jumped down and entered through the gate. He walked over to her and stared at her for a moment. His checks were now the color they were when he was talking to me.

After a few minutes into a staring contest. He shoved her to the ground. She sat there for a minute giving us a blank look. She then stood up and dusted herself off.

"Stay down weakling!" He tried to push her down again. She quickly avoided him and smiled.

"I know you don't mean it." She held out her hand to shake. Her hair, which had grown past her shoulders, blew in the wind.

At first, he gave her a confused look. But after her jester had completely sunk in, he smacked her hand away from him. "You're wrong."

I had expected her to cry, but she didn't.

"No I'm not." She smiled at him.

This really shook him up.

"Wanna be friends?" she extended her hand again.

"Why not." He shook her hand that time.

"I'm Chrona and that's Eddie. He works for my mom. What's your name?"

"Ragnarok, Rendell Ragnarok." He smiled at her."

"Wait! Ragnarok has a first name and was once human?" I looked up from the computer.

"Yep, his name was Rendell. And he wasn't just human; he was also a young weapon too. It was Medusa who made him into black blood." He answered my stupid question.

"Sorry for interrupting." I went back to what I was doing.

"It's ok. Now as I was saying. He joined us for dinner that night…

"So Rendell, how old are you?" Medusa passed the salad to me.

"7 and a half." He passed the rolls to Chrona.

He then leaned back into his chair. He had a smug look on his face. "And adults can't tell me what to do."

"Whoa, how'd ja swing that?" Chrona was impressed, but Medusa didn't look too happy with our guest.

"I ran away from home. Been on ma own for 2 years." He remained proud of himself.

"That's so cool!" Chrona became astounded.

Medusa's expression said it all. She was mad, and getting worse with every word the boy uttered.

He put his small feet on the table, but not in the food. This was the breaking point for Medusa.

"Get your feet off my table!" She yelled.

"You're not the boss of me, I'm ma own boss." He spoke calmly.

At this point, I could see Medusa's blood boil. Tea?"He brought over a try with a pot and two cups to me.

"But I wanna know what happens next!" I wined.