"Garrett, please take care of Ace okay?"
"Okay mommy..."
Portgas D. Rouge layed dead after an illness claimed her life. Garrett at this point is about 5 years old, and Ace about 3.
"I'm Monkey D. Garp, Vice Admirals of the Marines! I'm here to take you guys with me!"
"Where are we going, Mr. Garp?"
"We are going to a small village on an island!"
Timeskip to Island
"Garp, you do realize that this is a bandit hideout; not a nursery home right?"
"Would you prefer being in a cage for the rest of your lives?"
The Dadan bandits knew better than to cause trouble. However, they devised a plan to get rid of both of the children.
"Oi, let's put poison in their food. I got hemlock right here! After all, they are the devils children."
Unknowingly, Garrett heard them; so he decided to take action the next morning.
"Garrett! That's my food! Garrett?"
Slowly, Garrett fell to the ground. The poison has begun it's effect, yet for someone to eat that much hemlock; Garrett was holding on.
"Garrett! Are you okay? Garrett? Say something!"
"Argh! *pant pant*. Don't... Worry... About me... Ace... I'll... Protect... You..."
"GARRETT!"
And with that the Dadan bandits left his body out to rot in the woods.
"Why am I still alive? The amount of poison should've killed me by now. I feel cold. So do I have to blame for that? Me."
Garrett looked around, and to his left; a pack of wolves looking for an easy kill. To his right, a massive bear who could kill them both.
"Huh. I guess if I wasn't supposed to die by poison, then surely this hammers the nail in my coffin."
Both predators move in calculatively, both not willing to make a mistake to another. The bear starts to move in closer, followed by the pack of wolves. It seemed like a never ending staredown. Both of their eyes locked, measuring their opponents. The bear begun it's assault, only to be pushed back by superior numbers. Garrett took this oppurtunity to run. Well, run wouldn't exactly work considering the poison has weakened him severely, more so crawled away.
"The poison has already reached my heart, yet I'm not dead. I don't know if I can, but I must stand up. I've got to. For mom, for dad, for Ace.
Slowly but surely, the weak and feeble 5 year old stood upright. He couldn't stand up to full posture, but just enough to where he could limp back. Garrett managed to pull himself towards a building which housed a barrel. Inside the barrel housed a white sword, it was odd blade but he didn't bother thinking about it. He just brought the blade into the building and slept. Little did he realize this sword would start his journey to change the future.