1 Israel WindSorrow

A figure was currently slumped against a wall inside of a dirty alley curled up while holding his knees to his chest. His hair was very disheveled and you could tell clearly from his smell, and his clothes that he had not bathed for many, many, days.

He had pitch-black hair and deep murky eyes, that looked as if they could see through anything. They were calm pools of inky blackness that seemed to possess a depth that someone in his situation would not normally have.

There was no fear or sorrow in his eyes because of the situation he was in. Most people would think he was not bothered at all about the situation he was in and was apathetic to life itself, but those people would be wrong. Only a select few would be able to notice the faint traces of hate and revenge that fluttered in the depths of his eyes every once in a while.

This boy of seventeen years old was Israel WindSorrow. He was a homeless orphan who had been getting through the past two years by stealing from shop vendors in order to barely scrape by and have enough food to fill his stomach.

Israel leaned his head back as he sighed to himself as his mind began to think about everything that has happened in his short seventeen years of life.

"It really has been eight years since then huh?" he said as his mind drifted into the past.

Images of flames and screams began to flash through his mind as he clutched his head. Flashes of buildings burning down and roars of beasts filled his mind.

Theses were the terrors that now haunted him ever since that fateful day, and he knew they would not go away until he decided to end them himself.

He was orphaned at the young age of nine when his town was attacked causing everyone that lived there, to his knowledge, to die. Everyone besides him that was. He even remembered watching as his father rushed forth to fight the monster and his mother ran with him in his arms trying to get him to safety.

"Live for me Israel," She said as she kissed his forehead lovingly, tears in the corner of her eyes. "Promise mommy ok? Promise me you will live!" She said as she stroked his hair.

Little nine-year-old Israel looked up at his mom with tears in his eyes "What about you and-"

"Promise me!" She said with a more stern voice.

Israel nodded and said meekly as tears began to fall from his eyes "I Promise". He did not want to say those words because even at such a young age he had a bad premonition of what would come.

"Good!" she said as she kissed him one last time of the forehead "Now Run!" she said pushing him towards the forest as she turned around and ran back towards the village that was on fire.

Dragged from his memories Israel touched his forehead with tears in his eyes as he said to himself "Although you did not want a life without Dad why didn't you think about how my life would be like without you."

After running away from the town he somehow, either by some stroke of luck or by the guided hand of god he managed to survive in the wilderness for six years. Eating leftover meat from hunters, or eating fruits and berries.

The wilderness was home to cruel monsters that would rip a little nine-year-old like him to shreds, some of them able to overturn seas, and crush mountains, but he managed to survive. He promised after all.

After those six years in the wilderness always on constant alert straining his senses to the max, he managed to find this city, Ortrell, two years ago. He thought it was a heaven-sent blessing, where he could relax for a little bit before he went back into the wilderness so he could train more and eventually get revenge.

But Ortrell was actually a Devils hand in disguise. It was a city ruled by tyranny that would not allow him to escape. The rich and powerful ruled over the weak, and the weak feared them. Israel did not fear them, but he was not powerful enough to do anything to help himself.

In this world he lives in that is overrun by monsters these weak people would seek anywhere where they can sleep and claim it as a sanctuary. For them, living under tyranny is still better than dying under the claws, or flames of some beast in the wilderness.

Israel was unable to work, because he had no connections, and was unable to leave because of the city leader, so he had stuck to stealing food to survive. Those years in the wilderness had taught him valuable lessons, and he was near unmatched in stealth and tracking because of it.

The only people better than him were those that were gifted. Like his mother and father, but sadly he was not endowed with a gift from heaven. Most people awaken their gift at twelve. The slower ones at fourteen. Even the latest bloomers awaken at sixteen, and since Israel was seventeen he was forced to accept the fact that he had not received a gift.

The heaven's had abandoned him, hadn't they? His mother and father were some of the strongest gifted in the world, and he was not even gifted with anything even the slightest power would have been accepted with open arms by Israel. All he wanted was to breath fire, or even to have rock-like arms, something that will help him to get revenge.

Even if he wasn't gifted with a power he still would have tried to get revenge. 'But because of that fucking slob!' Israel though thinking of the one who ruled the city while gritting his teeth.

He hated everyone in the city, he wanted them all to die. All he wanted was to kill everyone here so that he could go back on his path to revenge.

"I found you, Izzy!" A girly voice giggled as the tapping of her heels echoed off the concrete as she walked towards him with a smile on her face.

'Well everyone but her.' Israel though.