The Start and End

Somewhere in Tart Town.

"Isn't he beautiful, darling?"

"Yes, yes he is," he smirked, "Are we still naming him Charles? It is a bit too formal for today's society."

"I know, but I like it. Let me have this win."

"Ok," he said unenthusiastically. After having this little quarrel, the woman began to move the Occupation Stone in her hand, that was already pre-bound to her little baby, closer to the his hands. Without even her having to do anything, the child snatched it out of her hands (he could barely touch it, but made it fall onto him). Letters began to appear of out thin air. It was a wondrous sight.

OCCUPATION—Civilian

SUB-OCCUPATION—None

The couple's faces started to show terror. They knew what this signified. And, after noticing the results, a man by the door said in a disappointing tone, "Aw man, it seems like the Johnsons never have any good children. Well, say goodbye!" *BOOM!* *BOOM!* Two explosions resounded, signifying the death of the mother and father pair. The man who killed the pair pressed on a button, and said, "Put the child in the orphanage. Make sure he is in proper care." After that, the men left. The sound of a baby crying was all one could hear. It was lonely.