Rogue

Prologue

"Okay honey what do we have to remember?"

"to never trust anyone"

"good, what else?"

"to never let anyone know who I really am."

"And?"

"Keep moving"

The woman gave a sad smile at the young boy who smiled a gap toothed grin back, she patted his head as he leaned into her touch giggling.

"I have a gift for you." She said as she pulled out a small wooden box, the young child's eyes lit up as he jumped up and down on the balls of his feet, barely matching the height of his mother who was on her knees watching him warmly.

"Give me your hand and close your eyes, no peeking." The boy nodded excitedly held out his hand to her, covering his eyes with the other, he felt something being put onto his wrist which made his curiosity and excitement grow.

"Okay, open them."

He opened his eyes to see a thick leather bracelet secured loosely around his small wrist, he smiled but looked at his mother confused, not being able to read the glowing writing on it.

"Wear this, so that no one will know who you are, it masks your scent" The boy nodded and smiled at his mother, wrapping his small arms around her neck and giving her a kiss on the cheek. She hugged his thin body tightly taking in a deep breath.

"Okay, now let's pack up and get going." She said holding his hand while shaking them around. The boy, squealing happily, ran around the small abandoned shack gathering his things.

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The now older boy sat on the worn bed with his head in his hands, his breathing uneven and dried bloodstains littered his clothes.

He looked over to the other side of the room at the makeshift alter his mother had made a day or two before, with several small offerings such as herbs or berries they'd picked to give to the gods, he glanced at the symbols and writings that he had never bothered to study despite his mother's insistence.

He stood from the bed and weakly walked his way to the alter, picking up a cup that held several rocks and a flower, he looked up at the candle and stared into the flame,

"Why?" His voice was hoarse, his throat tight with tears.

"Why bring me here?" he whispered, "Why let me be born" he said as he leaned against the rickity alter.

"WHY MAKE ME TOO WEAK TO PROTECT HER?!" He screamed, throwing the alter items on the floor and smashing the small wooden stand that held them, tears escaping his eyes, and cries passing his lips.

He felt a warm liquid coming from his nose, wiping with the back of his hand he saw blood, he huffed out a breath and began slowly laughing. Resembling someone who had finally reached their limit, "Trying to put me in my place huh?" he said as he looked up, towards an unknown force.

He stayed there for a little while longer before muttering, "not anymore."

He grabbing what he needed and headed out the door not sparing the room a second glance. 

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This came from a weird dream I had so yeah, coming soon, hope you like it.