Altora: The Chronicles Of The Ren-Ky Warriors

Fear. What is fear? Why is it part of life? Do I feel fear, or is it something else altogether? A gruesome pain ran through my body as the blade was lifted out from my lifeless body. I know that I am dying, but I still stand knowing that the fight isn't over till I disperse from this world. Though life wasn't always like this, it's also not my end. For I swear by her holiness, Lunatica Goddess of Life and Death, I will return, but for now, let us start from the beginning, where my journey commenced, for I am Lovell Quacey Krisnik!

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An ominous wind trickled throughout the small village of Blacklight. A young woman could feel that something was not right. She ran home, approaching a little shack, her voice hoarsens. "Lovell! Lovell! Where are you?" stumbling as she reached the door. Before her hand could reach the handle; a six-year-old boy opened the door. He was rubbing his eyes.

"What is it, mommy?" Lovell yawned. "Why are you yelling?"

Within no time, the woman gripped Lovell by the forearms. Her hands shaking, she began to speak, but then the sound of screaming ran through the village. Turning to her son, "There's no time to explain, the Faremin armies are on the way," turning to see if they were close by. "and you need to hide!" As Lovell began to ask why, Before he could, the screams echoed louder from the village. "Hurry! There's not much time!"

Moments before sending him off, a young couple came running up with their newborn, "Ms. Kaya!" the woman huffed clenching her baby close, lifted her head. "please save our child!"

Ms. Kaya raised her hand before they could say more, "Lovell, take the child with you, and go." Lovell went to ask why once more. His mother cutting off before his words could reach out. "No questions! Now go!!" She pointed to the forest.

Lovell grabbed the child as his mother ordered. The infant's clothes embroidered with the name Luna. Luna was in a deep slumber; as he cradled her in his arms. As quickly as they came, Luna's parents dashed off with his mother, while he and Luna rushed off deep into the forest surrounding the village. He could hear the roars of the soldiers cries while the mix of villagers screams echoes in pain amongst the branches. Tucking behind a tree, Luna awoke to see Lovell; cries resonated out from her as she looked at him. Rocking her back and forth, trying to soothe her, he knew if any soldiers caught wind of her cries, they could both get killed. With a little endeavour, he managed to succeed, Luna returning to a calmer state before falling asleep once more. With the day ending, and nightfall came, it felt as if the days had gone. With fear gripping him; Lovell kept Luna close, waiting for the first light of the next day. With hopes that they were not alone in the massacre.

By the time dawn broke the smell of smoke had filled the air. Lovell exhausted, quietly got up, cradling Luna close to his c.h.e.s.t. Making sure she was secure, he made his way to the main road. While making his way back, he kept an eye out for any soldiers that may still linger nearby. As he approached the village's entrance, a new smell started to fill his nose. He became pale at the display of scorched bodies cluttering the roads and paths throughout. Gripped by fear, he walked around the mangled corpses. Reaching the footpath to his home; Lovell noticed Luna's parents at the base. Dread gripping him, while he stretches his gaze up, turning his fear into a sprint up to the shack. Drawing closer, he started to see something. It was his mother, pinned to the side of their home, with a smile on her lifeless body. Falling to his knees, Luna started to cry, as the tears streamed down his face, the realism sinking in that she was gone.

He clenched Luna close to try and comfort her while doing it for himself as well. A bellowing rage, filling towards the Faremin Kingdom. Getting up, Lovell repressed the anger as he walked over to the door. She was hoping to find someone or something waiting inside his home upon their entry. Opening the door, he saw nothing waiting to greet them. He scanned the area, then turning his attention over to the bedrooms. Finding nothing but some mice scurrying away, Lovell then set his sights to search for supplies. As he rummaged through the drawers, Lovell found a small box inside. Within its contents, there was a letter addressed to him inside. Though his ability to read was minimal, his mother taught him how to learn his name. Laying Luna down on the bed as he gathered supplies. He was grabbing his satchel, filling it with some essentials he found for the road ahead. He remembered some villagers saying that to the east laid another village, Marewood, a small community village for weary travellers. He was wrapping a cloth around him and Luna before departing.

Looking back at the village from afar, Lovell could see the remnants of the town in smoke. Turning away in the hope this was just a bad dream, even if he wished it was a bad dream, the reality was it was true. He couldn't deny it in his heart that all he knew, his home, his friends and family, were all gone. Luna being the lucky one, for her parents came to his place at the right time. He was saving their only child's life, looking back once more before turning his head away. Lovell clenched Luna close to his frame. Looked onward to the east.n hopes to find some form of refuge and a place to call home for himself and Luna within Marewood. Knowing the odds of it happening, Lovell found his courage to move on, for both his, and Luna's sake.

As the village came into view, Lovell felt a sense of relief wash over him. The road was long and hard on his little body. Entering the town, people bustling with gossip about the attack on Blacklight Village. Lovell's gut sank heard their words. While horse-drawn coaches were rushing through the streets, nearly missing them each time, and a.d.u.l.ts stomping through, Lovell having to weave and dodge through them as they walked sidewalks. He was clenching Luna close in the hope of not dropping her within the commotion, unaware of a man from behind bumped into Lovell. Almost losing his grip on Luna in the process, she came distraught for the ordeal and began to cry. Fear gripped Lovell as he tried to calm her down. People started to stop and stared at them. He froze in doubt, as he could feel all their gazes on him. They judged them as they stared, walking away in disguise from the sight of them. Luna continued to cry. From across the way, a man noticed the pair. Seeing that they were in distress, he walked over. Lovell saw out of the corner of his eye the man as he walked towards them. Lovell once more froze up in fear. The man knelt beside him. Closing his eyes in fearing the worst, grasped Luna closer to his body.

Placing his hand gently on Lovell's shoulder. "Where are your parents', young man?" The man's voice was calm; Lovell opened his eye to look at him. His eyes filled with concern towards them.

Tears welled up in Lovell's eyes. "They're-they're dead, mister." He squeezed out. The tears are running down his chin. The mans face filled sorrow as he heard those words roll out of Lovells choked voice. Luna seemed to have cried herself back into a lull. The man gently massaged his hand on Lovell's shoulder, hanging his head in the process. Before looking back up into Lovell' face, his eyes red as tears continued to stream down his small face. Lovells now curious and afraid of what the man was going to do next. Lovell stood his ground, ready to run.

"What's your name, little ones?" The man seemed to care and looked as if he wanted to help them. When no one else did, Lovell cracked out his and Luna's to him. The mans face stiffening. "How old are you, young Lovell?" He was hoping that Lovell would be older then he looked.

Sniffling Lovell answered, "Six, mister." Wiping his nose, "A—and Luna is only three weeks as of today." Remembering that he was there at her birth, Lovell looked down at Luna, feeling some relief that they might be getting some help. The man's face stiffened even more when Lovell told him his and Luna's age. The man got up, standing straight asked if he wanted to go to his place for some food and to get cleaned up. With the possibility of a place to rest their weary souls. Joy started to fill Lovell as tears continued to pour out. A soft smile ran across the man's face as he rubbed Lovell's back, guiding him to his place. Reaching the man's home, his wife came out to greet him only to see that both Luna and Lovell were accompanying him. He was confused at what she saw.