Prologue

by Tsuyuno

note: This is my story and everything in it is mine. Don't take anything or else suffer the consequences. I will only say this once.

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It was raining and storming heavily. The skies were dark and the clouds black. Lightning flashed and thunder roared throughout that fated night. “Young master, run!” cried a young man. He was fighting desperately against another tall, cloaked one.

The little boy watching the scene was terrified. He was dressed very regally in shades of blue, white and gold. He hugged his teddy bear tighter and backed away, bumping into the carriage. There was blood everywhere. The carriage was broken and the horses gone. Carcasses were strewn about the road.

Lyle, his elder brother’s best friend, was fighting against an obviously stronger and superior warrior. The cloaked man slashed Lyle’s shoulder and the little boy cried,” Lyle!!!!” Lyle turned around and yelled fiercely,” Michael, run!”

Michael bit his lower lip in a moment of indecisiveness and began to run for his life. He heard swords clashing and thunder clapping and continued to run, afraid to look back lest he found Lyle dead and the cloaked man pursuing him. Suddenly, thunder hit a tree nearby him and he screamed. It narrowly missed him and he fainted from fear, anguish, and exhaustion.

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Swords, thunder, two vague forms, blood everywhere; it was all so vague and surreal. He struggled to focus more but was pulled away by distant voices.

A woman said, “Poor dear, he looked so helpless curled up into a little ball when we found him.”

A child said, “Is he going to be okay mother?”

A woman said,” Yes, he’ll be fine dear.”

An old man said, “That kid probably met up with bandits.”

A man said, “He’s dressed so nicely though. We could get a good price off of his clothes.”

The woman said, “Henry! How could you think of doing such a thing to the poor thing?”

The man said, “It was a joke, a joke. I didn’t really mean it Sylvia.”

The woman said, “Still…”

The old man sitting by the boy’s bedside suddenly started waving his arm at the others. “Be quiet, be quiet, I think he’s waking up.” The room, which only consisted of one other man, a woman and a child hushed up immediately. The boy opened his blue eyes slowly and said,” Lyle?”

He began to sit up slowly and held his head painfully, trying to remember what he was just thinking but failed. As soon as he had slipped into consciousness, the dream slipped away from his mind and now he could barely remember the vague forms in the dream.

Suddenly, becoming aware of his surroundings, he said,” Where am I?” The old man, who had been sitting near the boy’s bed said,” You’re safe now. You’re in the wonderful town of Halis at the Cheshire Inn. The boy said,” Oh.” He looked utterly confused. Inside he felt fearful of their words but did not let his fear show. He kept quiet for a moment and the woman asked him gently,” What’s your name?” The boy thought very hard and said,” I think it’s Michael but I’m not sure.” The others in the room looked at him and the kid said,” Has he lost his memory, mama?”

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