An Adventure to Remember

Prologue

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 The hearth blazed with life, warming the many bodies of young and old, casting shadows across the walls. The only sounds are the creaks of the old rocking chairs and the soft breath of the little children dreaming of adventure.

           Except one who wasn't dreaming of adventure or anything at that. This little one was awake, this one could still remember the story. A story so exuberant, haunting, loving, hating, and filled of heart break and war. The story that will keep you thinking if it's real or not. That one where one day you think it's fake then the other it's real. You start to even question the story teller.  

He was going over how the story even came up. They started talking about the sheep and cattle outside. Then one especially outgoing young one asked why he, the story teller, was so boring. Then the story teller started. In a voice unlike any other he started this story that made your heart jump with every turn of events.

I bet now you are wondering "What is this story." and "Get on with this story." So I guess I can't stall any longer.

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This quite amazing story starts in a little village in the outskirts of a huge palace filled with exotic smells and food. In a house without any special look. One that looks just like the others, maybe even worse.

It's starts with a cry of a small babe. A newborn with almost no hair just little blonde wisps here and there. Everything else was completely, well I guess I have to say, bland. Yes, a very boringly normal baby, but there is one thing I am missing it was his eyes that anyone would notice from the first glance to their last. It was his eyes. These eyes were especially special unlike when you are the only one with blue eyes while your family has brown. No, this bland baby had gold eyes. Yes, you read that completely right, gold.

His parents were utterly shocked of this. Gold eyes, everything about his eyes were gold. Even where your eyes are white his are a fierce gold.

He was always remembered. No matter how hard anyone tried they would never forget the kid with the bright gold eyes that glowed like a fire, full of life. This was also bad in a way. When he gets older this trait will get him in loads of trouble, loads and loads of it.

"Now again I am losing the way of the story. Ahh here we go. The young babe now old. Thirteen to be exact. And a trouble maker this one is." The storyteller began.

Well not always has this special child been troublesome, he was a fine boy until his dad was brutally slain by a dragon in the war of the cities, Alterion and Heathrow, his mother had been a shell until her death. She had completely stopped eating and the only thing she did was stare at a wall.

"Mother please reply. MOTHER please. Just.... Please. " he would sob everyday until his voice was hoarse.

They didn't have any food for lunch, or any meal at that so the child took control and did what any kid would do. He became a thief. One of the best in all the lands.

He stole all types of things. Food, clothes, and any other items. There was one that stood out. One thing that was the most expensive things in the whole world of Rin. A sword, a sword so amazing that he couldn't help but steal it. The edges a shiny black, sharp as the teeth of a nasgruf. The middle a bloody red, on the pummel words were etched into it. These word weren't in the normal English but in a scribe so weird and different he hasn't found out what they say.  

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"But grandfather you haven't told us his name," a little girl interrupted with a yawn.

"Oh yes," the story teller replied. "I guess I have forgotten the name of him. His name is Tavian, Tavian the Gold.  

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