A New Dawn

Our Hero

The sun rises over the start of an endless war. New heros have been selected for this battle, filled with hope and pride. 100 soldiers entered the kings castle unarmed, 100 left with weapons crafted by gods. A place that invites peace and harmony among the nation stands tall, it's saviors marching out proudly. The stone walls standing firm, the people cheering loudly, and the royal gaurd saluting the young blood as they set off on their journey to defeat the devils army. This is what it means to have pride. The pinicle of man's accomplishments on full display. Humanity, leaders of the old world, slaves to their own ignorance.

Among these 100 soldiers, 9 individuals stand out among the bunch. 9 individuals now known throughout the kingdom as the ones that gave up.

Suddenly, the memories of the past flew through the scrawny boys mind. Memories of his friends, memories of his family, and memories of his protectors. Born in war, this young boy will never forget the pain he saw when he first opened his eyes. But today, as the young man peared into the light, he saw something far different than pain. He saw peace.

It's been 7 days since he left his home in search of a fairytail. He didn't know if the stories were true, but he needed to believe they were in order to continue onward. He traveled, day and night, barely sleeping a wink on this journey. The only food he had was the few pieces of bread he snagged before he left, but in his own blindness, he forgot water for the road. He slept 2 days, once in an alley way on the 1st day, and again in a forest not too far from the castle on the 6th. However, as he woke on the 7th day, he was in a place unknown to him. Somewhere that was . . . Different from where he had slept. Instead of a burnt and decaying forest, the smell of wet, charcoaled wood in all directions, he was in a peaceful meadow, overlooking a village.

He looked to his side to see a small fire dieing out in the day light, and his bag, which only carried the 3 scrolls after he finished his bread on day 5, was filled completely, with a metal canister containing water, and dried out meet. In the smallest pocket, a small metal object, roughly the size of his palm, glistened as he opened his bag. It was like a tool, but it had multiple uses, like some sort of. . . Multi-tool. It had a knife that could be flicked opened, small scissors he couldn't think of a use for, pliers that took up most the mass, and a bottle opener of sorts. That wasn't all that was left in the bag however, because there was also a box of matches he could use for starting a fire. The only explanation he had for this phenomenon that occurred, was that Titan himself had given him these gifts for his journey, begging him to continue searching.

The boys Perspective

I took the bag of items, stomped out the fire, and make my way towards the village. I felt the stares of the townspeople as I passed by, but I didn't say a word. I'm worn, and tired, I've barely eaten since going on my journey, and there's no doubt I'm dehydrated. Sure, I've got some smoked food and fresh water now, but I have no clue who provided it for me. It could've been from a total stranger for all I know! I just have to remain vigilant and keep steady on my journey. Titan won't find himself.

Hello there young prince! How's your day going?

My lord, you mustn't leave without me by your side. There's no victory for me if it's your life that's sacrificed.

Arthur . . .

Prince Qin, it's time to wake up . . .

Wake up . . .

Wake . . .

"-ke up! Prince Qin! You must wake up!"

". . . Arthur?"