Wanderer to Adventurer

Escape Mission or Suicide Mission?

Clive Gerald was a 15 year old boy with long purple hair tied up into a ponytail by a red hairband. He wore a white button up shirt and khakis. His black circle framed glasses didn't make him look as the handsome man he was under his athletic figure, tall too.

"Mother it's time." Clive announced as he wandered to the kitchen, knife in hand. It was a unique blade, sharp yet graceful, clean yet fed with filth, plain yet unique, it was everything Clive would want in such a divine blade like this.
"Clive Gerald, what do you think you're doing with your father's knife!? That's meant to be in his drawer!" Clive's mother scolded. She was beautiful woman with curly brown hair, a dark purple dress and green flats. Her green checkered apron was only worn as she was in the kitchen. She was cooking food for Clive's wanders in the forest he's always dreamed of going into. Gip forest.

Gip forest was one of the most beautiful forests heard of, perfectly blue and clean ponds, vines with flowers hanging off trees, and mushrooms decorated the scenery and added a final touch.
It was perfect for Clive to kill animals in.
"Well it belongs to me now! The beautiful rose carved into it represents the creatures I'll cut their final fate in Gip forest..." Clive responded and stroked the fine blade. Clive couldn't possibly wait for the blood to dye the steel clean blade and the rose carved into the handle to leave its brown saturated color.
"Clive put it back. That knife was never meant to murder anyone. You won't kill any of the animals in that forest only the chickens that are in our backyard!" Clive's mother yelled and snatched the knife, her green eyes seemed soft but now they pierced angrily into Clive's soul.
"Hey give it back!!" Clive yelled, Clive and his mother started fighting for the knife. It was hard for Clive as he was fighting with the steel pointed at him.
"That's it!!" Clive yelled, slashed his mother's wrist, and ran out the house. All he had was his bag and a lightbulb that fell from a lamp when he knocked it down as he ran out the house. It was quite an expensive lamp too!
Clive was finally free from his mother's grasp. Ever since his father died and he lost a brother he's never heard of before, his mother has been drinking every night and coming into his room drunk to beat him up. But Clive always fought with the dagger. It was special to him, precious, priceless, he protects it with all of his being.
Clive ran into the Gip forest, eyes shut, he didn't know where he was going, he didn't have a map, or binoculars, Heck he didn't have his lunch!
'Mother this is all your fault!' Clive thought and kept running, tears were in his eyes. He was just a moody 15 year old after all, where would he wound up? Would he return? Floods of negative thoughts went in Clive's brain.
But Clive got smashed back to the reality that he was lost as he crashed right into a brick wall of a dark castle. He's never heard of this castle before!