A hard life

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Chapter one: The Beginning

Twelve years ago

It was a warm Summer of May, Red was twelve years old. He grew quite the reputation as a noble, a good pair of hands. His obsession was climbing though, in results he'd get injured, or arrested. When he had turned eleven his father bought him his first sword and enrolled him in fencing. After a year he proved to know enough and was considered deadly with a blade.

Red walked into town on this casual day, off to buy groceries for his family. Being in small colonies made it easy to move around without traveling long distances. He made his way to the market place, spotting the familiar face of the clerk. He sported a smile, looked them dead in the eye. "Hello Ms. Goodwill! How's your husband doing?" He asked in a cheerful tune. "Don't worry, he's fine, I'll go get you the food deary." She replied in a soft tone, a warm smile gracing her features.

After paying for the food Red made his way towards home. His parents had never named him, so he just called himself Red. He ducked underneath the wooden fence as he giggled to himself with glee. That was until he had seen thick black smoke clouding the area rather quickly. This startled him as he dropped the groceries, rushing towards his burning house. He came to a skid as he dove into a bush, watching some men walk towards his father who was on his knees.

He felt absolutely hopeless and only wished he had been there earlier. His eyes observed the sickening sight before him as his mother lied in the ground, a pool of blood surrounding her as her organs laid next to the body. His eyes chanced to his father as he watched the man raise a sword, and with a clean swipe. His father fell backwards decapitated. Blood draining on the ground as tears streamed down his face. "N..No." He whispered as he felt something grab him by his hair, forcing him into the air. "No! Let me go you vile pigs!" He shouted as he locked eyes with a hooded man.

He heard the sound of steel clashing and blood splattering on the ground, when he turned back to look at his parents his heart shattered, he felt light headed from inhaling too much of the toxic fumes from the fire as he suddenly blacked out. The last thing he remembered was being carried by this hooded figure through the frontier. He had a rough start to this life, and it only got worse.

To be Continued...