1 parte Continúa "Iao!" The boy's mother yelled as she stomped her way into the Kao fruit planation, she threw the little boy's old beat-up rags at him with haste, it seemed to be that her eyes were watering as she ran into the hut far away. Iao the boy being a feeble little kid took his clothes and walked for days restlessly until he reached the capital, now that he was an abandoned child on the bright yet dark streets of Xelind he had nothing more to do than survive. Every day was a struggle to drink or to eat he had to beg, he was on the streets of countless months begging for a living and barely being alive, his was as thin as a skeleton, he looked like a dead being who was alive. There were times where he was on verge of death due to malnutrition and starvation, only due to the pity of the adults around him he was alive he was fed, washed, and taken care of by the homeless of Xellend. One regular day for Iao he saw a man dressed like a Sound manipulator, the ones from the storybooks that his mother spoke about he thought he had hit the jackpot and would make big money by begging at this man's feet. He rushed towards that man only to receive nothing instead of gaining money or food, the man asked to take him as his apprentice and promised to teach him the art of manipulating sounds. With nothing better to do he accepted the offer to learn about sound manipulation.
