~•The Sail Towards Yonder•~

~Prologue~

Prologue
The smothering stench of fire filled the air, as the buildings people had once called home were crumbled down to ash in mere minutes. Screams and cries were abundant, as children were torn from their mothers and forced to watch as the rouge pilots beat them to the near death, leaving them to suffer. Livestock were fleeing from their gates, trampling over the countless bodies of the small town.
It was chaos. This, was chaos. A small crow lay bundled in blankets in the corner his small room, listening to the agony of the people. He shook with fear, certain of his death. Soft, muffled sobs could be heard from his beak burrowed in the blankets, but that wouldn't defend him from what came next.
A scaly, slithering rogue crept through the nearly abandoned orphanage, seeking out any small child to take back to the revolution camp, and with his keen snake smell, he soon detected one. The rogue chuckled to himself, slithering down the small hall until he found where the child lay, his crimson scales gleaming with what little light there was. The crow's sobs were much louder now, and it was as if an earthquake were taking place with how badly he was shaking.
The rogue slithered over, surprisingly in a calm, gentle manner. "Boy, get up." The rogue spoke in a raspy voice, clearly an aged smoker. The young crow immediately jumped to his feet like a true soldier, however, tears still streaming down his face. "A-Are you going to kill me?"
"No, no. Not unless you behave, which I'm sure a young boy like you will." The rogue patted the boy's back.
"Boy, what is your name?"
"I don't have one, really." The crow looked down, his cinder feathers covering his face. The snake smiled to himself. "Callidus. You will be Callidus." This caused Callidus to smile slightly, exciting him slightly. His own name! Now that's something special. "What's your name?"
"..I'll tell you later. We have to get going." The snake rogue offered his hand to Callidus, which he reluctantly took, and lead him out of the brokedown orphanage.
And so, the rogues left the burning, vandalized village, leaving with many children such as Callidus, and many livestock as well. They returned to the revolution camp.
Callidus from then on knew that at five years of age, his life would never be the same.