• Chapter One: New Beginnings

    It was a foggy day throughout the small village of Risenger. The white shroud of dense air covered the entire village, enabling those to see what was on coming in their path. Risenger was a village with a small population. Through the exiting gate of this small, humble village was a forest. This forest circled Risenger also, keeping it safe from many attacks, though, attacks scarcely happened in such a small village. Risenger's main produce was livestock, as well as crop growing. The houses were formed together with mud, straw and hay, providing a somewhat shelter for most. Beds were made of straw and hay, whilst bathing was done in the River Eda, which travelled along the right bank of the forest. Many animals inhabit this forest. A solider stood in front of the gate, a spear held firmly in his right hand. Stepping out from a house were two young boys, each aged fifteen.

    These boys would go by the names of Glory and Courage. Glory stood about five foot eight, with light brown hair, calm blue eyes and a somewhat tanned body, yet, not completely brown. His attire would be a black sleeveless shirt and some ragged blue shorts. Courage would have dusk brown hair, slightly curled with crystal blue eyes. He would be wearing the same attire as Glory, but with a blue sleeveless top and a brown shorts. Although these two had lived with each other since they were both babies though they were not biological brothers so to speak. Courage would cough, covering his mouth with his clenched left fist. Both boys were skinny, with hints of muscle in each of there arms.

    “Glory, what are we going to do? It is way to foggy out here to even do that job that mom asked us to do,” Courage would bellow, though Glory’s mother was not his mother at all. “That stupid b***h sent us out in the fog for nothing! She really knows how to aggravate me. Let's head towards the river,” Glory would say in a somewhat angry manner. Like every other child, Glory disliked being asked to do pointless things. Glory did not hate his mother, but got angry with her nonsense very easily.