Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Warriors beginning ❯ one ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Title: A Guardian s Beginning

Author: Rothalion

Rating: PG-13 Rape

Summery: A story discussing Aurons youth and early years. How Braska raised the orphaned boy and Auron struggled to overcome his fears. Our red warrior wasnt always as fierce as we know him to be. Much of his younger life was important in that part of his development. Kinoc pays a visit as well as a few original characters. Some chapters may be merged, I have struggled with how to divide them up.

Genre: General

Review: "mailto:Rothalion@hotmail.com"

Disclaimer: Square owns them I just like to play with them. Reskar, Kirrick, Legeron, Lucian and Girig are mine and there may be a few others.




A Guardians Beginning

Chapter 1


The small circle of warrior Monks and priests surrounded the diminutive, wet and seemingly furious figure of a black haired boy. Obviously cold, hungry and cast into a situation he could not hope to either change or control, one would have thought that the boy would have shown a least a tinge of fear, yet he did not; only the specter of controlled rage glinted in his dark eyes and the tight line of his youthful mouth betrayed his strong resolve not to cave into to his captors. As he stood before the circle of strangers he opened and closed his tiny fists as if trying to retain control, it was as though, at any moment, the boy might lose his restraint and attack even against such outlandish odds.

"What is your name boy?" The tallish thin priest asked "You have no need to fear us, we simply wish to help you, so tell us your name."

"Lord Braska, it is futile, we questioned him for hours, prior to bringing him to you, with no success."

"Thank you, Reskar. You found him living alone in a cave. How long do you think he was there for?"

"Lord, considering the amount of debris and food stuffs cast about I would have to say three to five months."

"Three to five months! He is just a boy. How?" Braska was stunned. "He cannot be more than what, six years old? Can this be possible?"

"I do not know Lord, but it is apparent that the lad is quite resourceful, and somewhat skilled at an early age in the use of this." At that Reskar drew a katana from the pack on his back. "Kirrick is at the healers as we speak, he made the error of forgetting that even lion cubs are born with claws." Reskar handed the blade to Braska who studied the weapon closely and then eyed the boy.

"This katana, you are too young to have earned such a fine sword," Braska paused, still staring at the seething boy. "I see. Maybe, maybe the weapon belonged to..."

That is as far as the priest got before the boy exploded forward at him in a blind rage catching even the skilled monks surrounding him off guard. The tornadic bundle bowled Braska over and as strong hands fought to restrain the kicking and writhing dervish its small hands never gave up their frantic grasping and searching for the sword. Braska felt the boys small fingers gouging at his face and eyes, his nose flared with pain as the boy smashed his tiny forehead into it, then finally the clobbered priest felt the flailing weight lifted off of him by the warriors. As he stood he watched incredulously as three of the big men tried to bring the furious child under control. Panting and unable to breath through his bleeding nose Braska ordered the boy taken to his home and guarded until he arrived. The other two priests present waged no complaint, they had already decided the boy would be far to difficult to deal with in a dormitory setting, the lunatic Braska was more than welcome to have the furious burden.