The Last Guardian (I'm not dead)

Chapter 1: The Start

Bright sunlight entered the room of the orphanage. The boy awoke as the annoying beaming light blazed in his sensitive silver colored eyes. He let out a yawn as he stretched and leaped to his feet. Weariness was all he could feel. It was all over him. A bruise on his shoulder and a nice scab across his knee. He looked at it with no intention to touch it. It hurt like the a fiery inferno that would begin an ember each time you sparked a rock with another. The boy limped forward with all his strength that he had left in himself.

"Runako".

The boy immediately turned his head to his name being called by another roommate who was rubbing his eyes and letting out an enormous yawn. His roommate stood up and slowly headed towards his friend.

"Yeah, what do you want Nuruko?", the other boy responded in rather stern voice. He looked into the other boy's amber gleaming eyes. They had been very close friends after what had happened to Nuruko's mother. She had sadly died in a large fire that had spread rapidly and killed her, which led Nuruko to where he was now. The two of them were normally teased because of them being the youngest and newest they were, they were either tasked with the dirtiest job, back breaking chore, or even being manipulated by other roommates. It was very normal but the two boy's stayed together in any crisis that they were in that was caused even by the one that didn't do it.

"Why you up so early?", Nuruko yawned. He had been very drowsy because of the chore that he had the past day. He had to carry pounds of corn in potato sacks all the way to the mill which was very vast. It seemed as if though that the people in charge hated that boy with such hatred that they would assign that harsh chore for him. It almost was like they though a boy with such great energy should become a farmer, for the fact he wanted to be a warrior. "I want to help with Early Duty so that I could warm up for battle practice", Runako responded with much enthusiasm that it seemed to cheer his friend up. Nuruko looked at him with acknowledgement smeared over his smile. "Cool can I do it with you?", he asked pleadingly. Runako shrugged but nodded with no regret letting his clumsy friend handle such a serious job. They carefully and quietly walked around the other children that were asleep on their matts. It was sad that the orphanage could not afford much to get proper beds. They exited the area and scaled down the stairs. You could hear the clashing of plates and the fresh timber beginning to be placed over the fireplace and in the oven. A woman looked up from her job and looked at the two boys. "Good morning Nuruko-'', she said turning her head towards the boy then looking at the other one. "-and you Runako, too. Early Duty?", she questioned.

"Yes, Mariko. What shall we do?'', Runako answered with a added question at the end of his phrase. The woman gave the two boys a smile and nodded. "Please go to the river fetch some water and as the miller for some bread which we do need so desperately", Mariko begged. The two friends took off as soon as she said 'desperately'. They headed out the door and entered woods where the river ran. The tall birch trees looming over the two boys like a shadow and its owner. They let their orange dead leaves begin to sing a symphony of crackles playing under their feet and toes. The mill was not far off now and that made them speed up, until they were racing against each other. Runako finished barely by a step. Speed was key to him. They knocked on the door to make the miller aware that they were going to enter. They opened the door and the miller waved at them in silent greeting then said, "Hello boys what can I do for ya?''. Nuruko took a step forward. "We would like flour for the baker so that he could give our orphanage some bread".

"Okay here you go boys".

The miller took a large potato sack full of flour and placed it atop of a wooden table. Even though it was a sturdy table it seemed weak compared to the sack of flour. Nuruko took it with eagerness and placed it over his spine. "Thank you sir!", Runako hollered over his shoulder.

"Yeah thanks!", Nuruko echoed his friend as they headed to the bakery. Deeper in the village it was over packed with people and merchants, yet Runako could not avoid brushing pat other people's skin, shoved, or being trampled over others like a herd of animals that could only see him as an inviable figure. As they approached the bakery the door swung open with much force it sent wind flying over both Nuruko and Runako. Meanwhile they had the chance they entered quickly, and just in time because the door had slammed behind their backs that they could again feel a breeze enter inside. It could have left a nasty bruise though. A very plump baker approached them from them. 
"Welcome boys! Give that to me-", he said taking the bag of flour away from both Nuruko and Runako. The terrible weight drifted off of their exhausted arms. The baker leaned down to take a grasp of many loafs of bread. "-and I'll give this to you! An easy and fair exchange between us right boys! Well then you must be going, you know that Mariko will be very angered to find out you haven't-", he began as he opened up the door for the boys to leave. "-brought the food early, now go kids!", he finished cheerfully as they headed out and back towards the village and in search for their orphanage. They opened the door to the orphanage to find Mariko with a stern look on her face as she demanded them to set the table. They did so and this how their life was.

Miserable, unfair, and they always felt unloved. All they knew was that they had each other.

And that was all that mattered.

It's finally here! My first story based on a videogame, specifically The Last Guardian! Hope you enjoyed and I'll keep writing!

Bye!