Kiyoko: Origins

The floor and walls of the cell burned like a fire on his back and legs as he lays there unable to move. The cell was made out of old falling apart stone with a small barred window near the ceiling. Thick powerful steps echoed through the cell of not only one but three men coming down the steps to the cell. The men of which he knew since he was little have always used him as a source of income whether it be selling his hair on the dark market, or having him act as a slave for someone else so they could earn money.

He braced for the worst as they unlocked the iron bar door to his cell, all three men entering. He reaches down trying to use his hands to push himself up to a standing position. Collapsing to the ground before trying once again even though he knew he would get punched back to the ground. One of the three men pulled a dagger from their belt in which they bought with the money from recently selling his hair. The biggest of the three in which their leader grabbed him by the white hair on top of his head and lifted him off the ground.

"You're a little punk, why did you try to run away when you knew you couldn't?" He grabbed his shoulder and kicked him in the stomach: coughing up blood. He didn't respond knowing it would only result in more punishment

"Why aren't you talkin' Ya brat!?" letting go of his arm and punching him full force in the face then dropping kicking him against the back wall. He fell to the floor struggling to keep his eyes open. The man's face was of pure rage as he ripped the dagger out of the other man's hand injuring him and slashing it across the kid's left eye with every ounce of strength. His eye started bleeding rapidly as the two other men stopped him from doing anything more to the kid.

His steps were soft and calming as he walked down the street keeping to himself. his brown hair blowing in the light breeze along with the nearby trees. His deep blue eyes glanced around at the few small structures nearby. He stops in front of a worn down home on top of a hill. He felt something calling him to the house so he walked over to a roadside wall and looked down to find a small barred up window against the ground. He leans down to his knees and looks in. a kid with pale skin, white hair, and two stubby horns laying on the ground bleeding. He tries tapping against the wall and even trying to break the bars but nothing works.

"Hey kid, can ya hear me? Kid!" His voice is deep but soothing. He bangs on the bars again as the kid sits up and rubs his head: the left side of his face covered in dry blood.

"Who… are you?" His head was fuzzy as he looked up at the man who seemed only a few years older than him

"Don't worry about who I am, are you okay?" The kid looked around and nodded.

"Okay, I'm gonna get you out of there, stay still" The Kid scooted back a little bit as the man grabs the bars and closes his eyes, in an instant the air turns cold and the entire wall is frozen into ice. He tightens his grip and easily breaks the bars and climbs into the room; the kid in awe.

Upstairs the bandits are fighting and stop when they hear ice breaking. they get up and run down the stairs

"Hey! What are you doing here!? I thought you stayed in the castle!?" They opened the cell door and run in

"what…? Am I not allowed to go on a walk every so often?" Two of the men go to punch him simultaneously but he jumps over them and grabs a bar to the cell door for leverage and kicks the two men away. He lands, freezing the connecting points to the bar of the door and breaking it off for a staff. He swings the bar around with ease and gets into a stance

"Lets go" The leader runs in for a punch but the man uses the bar to block it. The leader spins around for a kick to the side but he spins the bar around blocking the kick then smashes it against his head knocking him unconscious. He violently turns to see another guy appear from behind. He blocks it with his arm breaking it. He punches him with his left hand and slamming the bar into his side using the other side of the bar to stop a surprise attack from the third guy. The two men then run at him as he jumps over them letting them punch each other. He lands and takes a deep breath before spinning the bar around.

"3 v 1, I win against you idiots." He falls to the ground in pain from his arm as the kid walks over

"y-you look hurt…" He paused, "are you okay?" The man looked at him.

"nah, It's fine… just hurts is all…" it didn't take long after that statement the man found himself being healed by the kid.

"So kid, you use time Maho aye?" The kid kept healing him

"You can call me Kiyoko" He lifted his hand and his arm was healed, the man was surprised.

"Wow impressive, my name is Frederic Doyal" Kiyoko was surprised as he slowly stood up wobbling a bit.

"Of the Low Class Royal Family?"