The chronicles of Cry (Cry CinnamontoastKen Minx and PewDiePie fanfic)

Meeting Cry.

It was a lovely morning. The land of Dreadfate was blooming beautifully, as the spring had awakened. Cry, a young man from a small town in the the southern mist mountains, was lying on a hill, as he watched life unfold around him. He was very fond of the spring season. He loved the smell of the blackbell flowers, and the chirping of the peaceful birds. He wished for this to continue for a long time, since at home he was always a failure. His grandfather, a farmer, tried his best to teach Cry his ways, but it was hopeless. Cry wasn't the farmer type. He longed for a life close to nature. Where he could ditch society and find peace. He was longing to become a mercenary. A free fighter, bound by no laws but his own. That was his dream. Cry drifted into sleep, as the sun was shining and nothing bad seemed to reach the silent mountains. As Cry slept through his day, dark clouds swiftly drew over the mountain. The world seemed so unbelievably small, as Cry's mind slipped away into the world of dreams.