User:EdBoy002/Origination/Chapter 1

It began on a frigid Sunday evening, in a land filled with filthy bandits and filthier dictators. However, this particular outcrop of civilization (in a rather blunt sense of the word) harbored a lively farming family, who joyously lived with their two children. Although they were a very simple family, they were able to sufficiently keep up a good living with their enormous mass of land which sat quietly on the gorgeous countryside. Even better yet were the evenings, when the glowing pale moon shone brightly over the diminutive oak and pine trees gathered dejectedly across the plain, illuminating clearings like a search light. This fact, after all, was what gave the country the nickname of Moonlit Arena, and gathered people to vast, grassy clearings for the sole purpose of viewing the aforementioned moon over their heads, smiling upon them as if it was a face floating high into the sky, watching over them intently.

Marc, the first of the two brothers, was just leaving to gather crops from the acre of land behind the house. He was waiting for his brother to finally come out, but after 15 minutes he decided to approach it differently. “Ed!” He called loudly, tapping his foot in impatience. “Get out here, kid! We don’t have all day!”

“I’m coming, Marc! Just let me get the Guide, okay?” Ed called in reply, rushing upstairs to open a box which contained a small, leather-bound book. He put it in his pocket and went back downstairs to where Marc was waiting for him.

They walked out to the cornstalks and apple trees, and began picking out food. Ed found an apple hidden in the grass and ate it while they finished gathering. Dusk was coming quickly, so the boys took all of their findings and wheel-barrowed them inside. Unbeknownst to the brothers, a dark figure was constantly swooping around them ominously.

They arrived at the house about the same time as their parents did. When they went in, their parents were cleaning up a mess that apparently occurred when a bandit or two ransacked the living room. This wasn’t uncommon in the country, but where they lived it was still rather remote for robberies like these. Everything was in utter disorder. While Ed panicked, though, Marc helped his parents check what was missing from the room.

After a moderately extensive search, Ed’s mother approached him. “Nothing of real importance, dear. You can go to your room now,” she said gently. She then went back to the couch and had a nap.

Ed calmed himself slowly, and clamored up to his room while Marc unpacked the food in the kitchen.

Ed stuck to his room for the remainder of the day, and opened the book that was still in his pocket. He began flipping through it solemnly, like he did every day when he was tired. The guide’ll definitely comfort me. It always does, it always will, he thought subconsciously. I know it will.