Chapter 1 pt 1

In the depth of the dark and hungry forest, lies a baby and his dead parents. Maybe a bear attack, maybe a disease. Or maybe... murder.

Night was upon them, the moon shining brightly in an outing between the trees. Strangely, everything was quiet, the crickets dared not play, nor the squirrels dared breathe too loudly.

The baby was silent as he stared at the giant wolf in front of him. It's white hair shimmered in the moonlight, bright yellow eyes met silver ones. The color of red stained in the wolf's fur.

The heavy footsteps of the hunters that were after the wolf came into view. "Shoot it!" A deep and hurried voice commanded to a few archers behind him. The voice belonged to an older man, wearing all black. Sharp like a knife, fire burning in the dark of night, the arrows rained down upon the two. The dried dead bark hanging on the trees and forest floor caught on fire, slowly spreading!

The wolf ran out of fear, leaving a trail of blood and heavy foot prints in its wake. "My lord! My lord! There's bodies over there!" A young boy yelled out in more of a cry then anything.The oldest man there glanced at the horrid scene.

"Are they all dead?" He calmly said. Guilt was obvious in his voice, he thought the wolf they failed to kill earlier, killed the boys whole family.

"No my lord! A baby lays untouched from the cruelty of the wolf!" The young swordsman yelled out. The old man looked up at the pile of bodies, shocked. The villagers told how that vicious wolf let none survive, how does this young-ling breathe, even more so be unscathed?

The old man commanded the two archers to put out the spreading fire as he rushed towards the baby. The baby laid atop of his dead parents bodies, the mans lantern lit up the baby boys face.

The old man gasped at the sight. Just like in the legends, a yin and yang symbol was clear on the boys forehead. His skin, whiter and more enchanting then the Northerners. His eyes a bright gold, one that could draw in the attention of others, clear with innocence.

The old man fell to his feet, staring at the baby. The other men came over, concerned for their lord. Shock fell onto their face, they immediately bowed on the ground, tears coming out of their eyes.

"The war can end! The war will end!" The men chanted happily. The old man snapped out of his shock and picked the baby that was wrapped in a thick cloth with shaky hands.

"My men, my brothers... this is not something we can make quick decisions on. This boy is too young, too innocent. Let him grow up and live... till then, he never existed." The old man said seriously.

"But my lord! Our family and friends are dying everyday! Wife's become widows, sons and daughters become orphans! We can end the war with this boy, why take that away from us?!" One of the older men, maybe in his thirties, walked forward and yelled.

"You snobbish jerk!" The old man yelled in anger, veins popping out on his neck, cheeks flushed red in madness. "So this little boy is supposed to sacrifice his life and be tortured by those royal pain in the @ss without a say in this?! Don't say you would do it! You sacrifice not, only being drafter to the front lines on the west side, picking the easy way out!" The old man finished off, pulling the baby closer towards his chest.

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