3: The Beginning

Andrew's POV

       I woke up from someone violently shaking me and saying my name in a deep voice, my eyes flew open and I sat up quickly feeling a sharp pain shoot through my body I winced. But just as soon as the pain was there it faded just the same. "GET UP!" said a bombing voice I intently closed my eyes as I winced at the sharp voice piercing my ears, I opened them slowly and looked at the person who was yelling at me why am I being yelled at, and where am I? as soon as my eyes looked up I was instantly met with searing bright rays coming through the slightly opened flags of a tent.

        "OH MY GOD ARE YOU DRUNK? YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO WATCH OVER ME ON THE BATTLEFIELD! BUT INSTEAD, YOU GOT DRUNK AND NOW YOUR HUNGOVER! GET UP QUICKLY AND GET DRESSED AFTERWARDS MEET ME OUTSIDE THE TENT. ALSO, WHEN DID YOU GET BACK LAST NIGHT? YOU WEREN'T HERE WHEN I WENT TO SLEEP." My father let out a sigh as he saw me clutching my ears with a pained expression, he then left the tent with a sigh and a pained expression himself. After he left I could still hear everyone loud and clear as if they were talking right into my ear. what the hell is going on? and I didn't get drunk yesterday I was... I was? Wait where was I? I don't remember anything from writing my letters back home. Maybe I fell asleep? But wait I also don't remember when or how I got back~! thoughts and questions were flowing like a stream through my head as I finished getting dressed and stepped outside with a sigh.

Jessica's POV

*A few hours after the departure*

       After the soldiers were out of sight I returned inside the house. Along with everyone else except for Deanaro of course. Where is that asshole? Is he still mad about them not telling him that they were leaving? Or maybe it's about that fight he had with Andrew. I let out a sigh of disappointment why can't he just forgive and forget like the rest of u- my thoughts were cut short by the thought of him being a baby.

(Flashback)

       I was eight years old when it happened, a new addition had joined my quiet family's lives.

       My father and I were walking through the forest to get more marital for the forge, while mom stayed back at the house to watch my younger brothers. We went to our usual cave to find more minerals, but something felt a little off and my smile quickly disappeared. There was a very dark and ominous presence coming from the cave. I stopped and my tracks. I looked around me and noticed that there was not a single sound nor animal insight, I began to shake violently and take a few steps backward. My inner consensus was telling me to run away as fast as my legs could take me. I looked towards my father who towered over me, his face distorted with mixed emotions. As we were just about to get out there as fast as we could we heard a strained and painful cry of a baby. My father took off running into the cave as the fear he was just feeling slipped away.

        A strong and dark ora seemed to snake out of the mouth of the cave grasping me in its hold suffocating any light that dared to shine through. Sucking out my soul and tearing apart at the life force. What is this feeling? Why am I feeling this pressure? Where is it coming from? Dad please I need you! The dangerous feeling seems to Surge out coming closer, I could feel a very powerful force threatening to devour the whole world in mere seconds. I began to shake violently. I still feel it spread throughout my very being. I could see the dark ora that oozed out from the depths of the vast cave. I heard footsteps hurtling towards me and I froze instantly thinking this was it for me if I run I will make the situation worse if I stay I'm still a goner. I will be ripped to shreds from this evil source.

       That was when I heard hurried footsteps coming closer. I began to tremble falling back on my hands and my bottom forcefully, that's when it happened the darkness vanished as soon a very bright red head popped out of the cave's mouth. As Sunshine drizzled down in a gentle beam of light brightening the color I began to feel very relieved at the sight of the man that toward all others, very broad shoulders, chiseled chin, very delicate but sharp features. I knew who it was right away it was my father clutching something in his arms cradling it. A dark cloth wrapped around a thin body. The body seems to be very tiny and his large arms and standing over 7 feet tall.

       The feeling of death and the pressure of being suffocated in darkness ceased to exist. I soon noticed that he was holding a baby, just as it began to wiggle around a little in my father's grasp. I saw a flash of white hair that looked so fluffy so soft as the short tufts of hair gently moved in the Wind throwing it from side to side. Pure white hair that outshined snow itself gleamed in the gentle beams of light. Curiosity overtook any other emotions that I felt, as I began to step forward my father flinched back. "Don't come any closer to him! " he said in a threatening way. I felt my heart drop as I saw that he was serious and I became frightened again.

        What is going on? What's happened to him? Why is he being so aggressive towards me? I stared at my father holding my hands close to my chest. Taking a slow step back "Papa you're scaring me. What's wrong?" My fear began to grow as he just stared at me in a warning glare. Daring me not to move any further, to just stay right where I was.

        After a while of intense starring, he finally seemed to snap out of his trance. He shook his head violently from side to side. He looked around him with a look of pure confusion. "What happened?" He looked down at the still baby in his arms then back at me. This whole time the baby stayed still not moving nor making a sound. He blinked a couple of times then relaxed his tense body. "I think it's time for us to go," he said as he began to walk back in the direction of the town not even waiting for a response from me. I only nodded and began to rush after him as he quickened his pace. I made sure to not get too close to him scared that if I do he will attack me. What happened there? Why is he acting like that? And who is that baby? Where did it come from? What was that dark and crushing ora? As thoughts rushed through my head I didn't notice that we were already in town.

        My father didn't stop or slow down, he just kept on going, my legs started to get very tired as I was almost running after him at full speed. Not realizing that I was panting heavily until that moment as my thoughts cut off the world. Not sure if I should stop and take a break or keep going. I shook my head and just kept ongoing. Soon I could see the store that was also our house. But at that same moment, my eyesight became filled with Dark spots as the air became scarce for my lungs. My legs gave up on me and buckled in. I fell forward hard on my hands and knees. I began to gasp for air as I tried to evade becoming unconscious.

       That was when I felt a pair of strong hands take hold of my waist. Out of fear I turned in the person's grasp wrapping my legs around their waist and flipping them on their back. They let out a pained grunt as the air was knocked out of them. Shoving my elbow in their neck and putting as much pressure on it as I could muster. Stopping once I realized who it was, it was my best friend Jason Makarth. At that moment he took advantage of my hesitation, by grabbing my arm and shoving his foot under my stomach, and flipping me over on my back.

       We laid for a little while until Jason asked if I was alright, but I didn't give him an answer. I got up from the side of the road into a sitting position. Before I knew it Jason was standing in front of me peering down into my face. Jason was just four years older than I am but he still looked quite young despite his muscular frame and his height. He had a baby face that makes you think he was 4 or 5 years younger than he is. His aquamarine and emerald green mixed eyes staring into my dark grey and brown eyes. Perfect teeth in his cute boxed smile, that sharp jawline of his, those high beautifully shaped cheekbones. I have to admit I had a crush on him for years. But he could never know how I felt about him. He is so hypnotic that once I catch sight of him I can't look away.

        He held out his hand and shook it around in my face trying to get my attention and help me up. I blushed bright red oh my god I stared at him too long and he knows it! I need to be more careful next time so he won't figure out that I have feelings for him. I took his hand and stood up quickly and moved away from him. He just chuckled and encouraged me to follow him into my house to see what was going on. Remembering that my father was acting weird got me worried as we stepped through the door of my father's shop. The smell of iron, clay, burning metal, smoke coming from the forge, and sweat met my nose. I began to calm down at the smell and looked over at Jason just in time to see his nose scrunch up and his face turned into a look of pure pain as his arm crashed into his nose. Surprised I was just about to voice my concern but was cut off by loud voices coming from the entrance to my house in the back of the shop. Jason rushed to the back and flung open the door to my house, without waiting for me he stepped in and rushed inside. I scrabble after him and slammed the front door shut behind me.

       I rushed down the corridor to my parent's room. But I had to slam on the breaks once I saw Jason standing on the threshold of my parent's room and their door flung right open. He forgot the pain that ran throughout his nose. I soon joined him and peered inside. My mother was holding the baby in her hands as my younger sibling Andrew sat beside her looking down at him in awe. Jason walked in and sat beside my mother as well and peered at the baby wrapped up in the black cloth from earlier. His face instantly lots up in awe and disbelief. "I can't believe someone would just leave this beautiful baby boy in an abandoned cave like that! We have to keep him! If we don't, what will happen to him? I would honestly feel a lot better dear if we could keep him and raise him ourselves!" My mother said sternly.

       My father had a dark look on his face a look I couldn't read. I eased my way into the room towards the baby to get a look. Trying not to draw attention to myself and anger my father more. I had no idea if I am part of his anger or not and I don't want to find out. Once I got close enough I peered over Jason's head and my mother's shoulder to get a look. My eyes widened from disbelief. His skin was healthy and smooth but almost as white as his hair. His bright emerald green eyes starring straight at me his beautiful light pink and plump lips. His straight pure white hair peeking out of the top of the cloth that wraps around his long but thin frame. But the thing that scared me the most was the slightly dark and menacing ora inking from his body. But it seemed like Jason also noticed it but said nothing about it. My other siblings cried a lot or made cooing sounds around his age but he just laid there and carefully looked at everyone around him. My father let out a deep sigh "I can't look after him after you know what happens. But I guess he doesn't seem to be too much of a hassle. But if you want to do this I won't stop you. " My mother gave him a big relieved smile and shook her head to indicate that she understood. "It looks like we have a new addition to the family. But I want you guys to promise to never tell him he is adopted got it?" We all shook our heads and looked at the baby.

(End of flashback)

        I let out a sigh and continued to finish making dinner. "He better be here as soon as supper is done." I heard footsteps entering the kitchen and turned around to see who it was. It was my 6' 6" tall, lean, dark-haired, and olive-skinned crush Jason. He was looking around "where is Deanaro?" He said looking sad and worried. I let out a sigh ever sense that day Deanaro is all he can think or talk about. He never left his side for a second unless Deanaro asked for it, or was angry. Did he leave him be? I knew that he had a serious crush on my younger brother Deanaro. He told me a few years back and it crushed me but I still couldn't change what my heart had been desiring since I was six years old." I don't know I haven't seen him since he had that fight with Andrew. The same day that he found out that they were leaving for war without- and he's gone" as I was explaining what happened even though he already knew he took off out the house without a care in the world.

Deanaro's POV

       Laying in a world of solitude and darkness I felt at peace. I remember passing out on the bridge but frankly, I didn't give a shit about that now. It was a numbing warm temperature in the darkness that stretched out into the obis of the unknown. I laid in warm black liquid but I didn't care about that. I couldn't move any part of my body except my eyes. But I didn't care because I didn't want to move anyways.

        You're finally here! I'm very delighted to see and talk to you again! Here in our world, we can talk to each other freely without that pesky magical seal. The voice echoed throughout the darkness, but for some weird reason, I wasn't scared or panicked. Not only that but the voice that spoke seemed very familiar. I just laid there in the warmth around me calmly. "Who are you? And where are we? I mean not that I'm complaining or anything, but what do you want?" I heard a deep inhuman laugh.

        I see so you don't remember anything from our old lives or how we got here huh? Well if you don't know then I will just have to wait for the right time to tell you.

        I just looked around and closed my eyes "hmmm" was all I could say. At that moment I felt arms wrap around my body and lift me out of the thick dark liquid. Well, it seems our little chat will have to wait. I could feel the thing hidden away in the darkness forming a smirk in the air around me. But at that moment the warmth and dark world slipped away as I slowly came back to reality.