Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Dec 6, 2009 13:52:58 GMT -5
History of Roxa Sairen
"The saints will rise... yeah then you'll be sorry..."
"Roxa!" An all too familiar grizzled voice called from outside the house "Come here and give your old man a hand!" Roxa rushed around his mother and outside into the woods that surrounded their small cozy home. He sprinted towards a small clearing in which a tall grizzled middle-aged man stood felling large trees down to the ground and cutting their thick wood down to size, Roxa rushed over and poked his father's back "What do you want me to do father?" He asked beaming up at the man who looked down at Roxa with a similar white smile. "Take that faggot of sticks back to your mother would you?" his father asked pointing to the small pile of sticks "She may need them to get the fire started" Roxa nodded eagerly rushing over to the little bundle and scooping it up, he tried his best to make it look easy and make his father proud.
He moved back towards the small wooden house that housed himself, his father, his mother and his twin sister Eva, they all lived in this little opening in the woods which they called home and were rarely disturbed save for the odd traveller. Heading back through the door he placed the faggot of sticks in a small woven basket "Father asked me to bring these through to you" He said smiling upwards at his mother, the woman knelt down onto her knees and started placing the sticks into the fireplace with a smile playing across her face "Why don't you go play with your sister?" She asked placing the last stick into the fireplace "She is playing behind the house Roxa" Roxa nodded and hugged his mother taking in her warmth before rushing outside back into the wilderness, rushing around the corner he bumped into someone and fell onto his rear.
The other figure fell down aswell and Roxa looked up into Pale blue eyes oh so similar to his own, his sister Eva started giggling "Ten years old and you still can't see where your going" She said between small bursts of laughter, Roxa scratched the back of his head nervously "Well neither can you sissy!" He cried "Anyway what are you playing?" He asked with genuine curiosity "I'm pretending to be a powerful magician!" She replied enthusiastically, she moved her hands around making fake 'whoosing' noises as she did so. After a few minuites she stopped playing her little game and pointed a finger into the woods, her eyes were wide with terror and small tears welled in her pale blue eyes as Roxa followed her gaze, their hanging from a tree with legs hanging beneath him was Franz, a family friend. Out of nowhere an arrow was launched towards Roxa and his sister, Eva tried to scream but something cut her off, Roxa turned to find the arrow sticking through her throat with flecks of blood splashing from the wound as she tried to speak but only made a choked and garbled noise.
A bandit ran from the woods with a sword held in hand, he gave a war cry before rushing Roxa with the blade held above his head, he soon closed the distance and swung the weapon down at the young boy but noticed something stopped his movement, the shaft of a large axe blocked the blow and swung it to a side. The bandit spun slightly shocked before the hefty blade of the axe swung at his neck beheading the bandit instantly, Roxa's father turned his head to face Roxa and yelled "Go find your mother and run!" Roxa nodded instantly tears streaming down his face and stood up straight and rushed back towards the door.
Stepping inside the house he looked around for his mother calling for her repeatedly in a hysterical voice, all of a sudden a piercing scream broke from the bedroom followed by her high pitched words "Roxa get out Ru-!" Her voice was muffled all of a sudden and the throaty evil chuckle of a man came from the same place his mother's voice came from, Roxa burst into full tears now and sprinted out of the house into the woods, hearing a slicing noise followed by his father's pained grunt and the cheer's of the Bandit hordes.
Ten minuites after the attack
Roxa lay in the grass on the border of a small village, smoke raised behind him from his now burning home. He scrabbled forward with his hands as he cried weakly at the nearest home "Help..." he called praying to the god's someone would hear his meek voice "Someone... Please help me..." he tried again and again yet none came to his aid, giving up he rested his blonder hair into the grass and closed his eyes accepting his fate.
Roxa opened his eyes again minuites later to find he was staring at the roof of a home, sitting up straight he called out "Where am I?!" He looked around panicked, his eys wide with fear "Who is there?!" he called again looking around the room seeing an elderly man step from the shadows and bow his head at Roxa "I am sorry for your loss boy" He said his voice filled with genuine pity and sorrow "I have sent my son's to see if they can find anyone or anything that you may wish to have back" Roxa simply nodded sniffling slightly "Thank you..." He said with a low voice as he rested his back against the headboard of the bed he had been graciously been placed in.
A pair of young men at around the age of seventeen or eighteen stepped through the door, one held a spear while the other had a sword at his waist and carried a small bundle "This is all that we could find in the ashes..." the one with the bundles said grimly, he walked over to Roxa and placed the heavy package at the foot of his bed and took a few steps back "Thank you Grain" the old man said as he stepped back, he turned to Roxa then continued "Whatever was left there is now yours" He motioned to the bundles "Feel free to open it" Roxa leant down and moved the cloth to find two objects glinting before his eyes, one was a pale silver sword, intricate and perfect while the other was a dark black sword made from some shadowy material, probably Onyx or Obsidian. Both weapons rested before him and anger and revenge flared in Roxa's soul, he gripped both swords at their hilts and stood up straight, he looked up at Grain "Teach me..." He growled, Grain simply nodded and motioned for him to step outside.
From this moment onwards... Roxa Hiaten died, his soul lost to the now revenge filled soul which occupied him, he was now Roxa Sairen...
"The saints will rise... yeah then you'll be sorry..."
"Roxa!" An all too familiar grizzled voice called from outside the house "Come here and give your old man a hand!" Roxa rushed around his mother and outside into the woods that surrounded their small cozy home. He sprinted towards a small clearing in which a tall grizzled middle-aged man stood felling large trees down to the ground and cutting their thick wood down to size, Roxa rushed over and poked his father's back "What do you want me to do father?" He asked beaming up at the man who looked down at Roxa with a similar white smile. "Take that faggot of sticks back to your mother would you?" his father asked pointing to the small pile of sticks "She may need them to get the fire started" Roxa nodded eagerly rushing over to the little bundle and scooping it up, he tried his best to make it look easy and make his father proud.
He moved back towards the small wooden house that housed himself, his father, his mother and his twin sister Eva, they all lived in this little opening in the woods which they called home and were rarely disturbed save for the odd traveller. Heading back through the door he placed the faggot of sticks in a small woven basket "Father asked me to bring these through to you" He said smiling upwards at his mother, the woman knelt down onto her knees and started placing the sticks into the fireplace with a smile playing across her face "Why don't you go play with your sister?" She asked placing the last stick into the fireplace "She is playing behind the house Roxa" Roxa nodded and hugged his mother taking in her warmth before rushing outside back into the wilderness, rushing around the corner he bumped into someone and fell onto his rear.
The other figure fell down aswell and Roxa looked up into Pale blue eyes oh so similar to his own, his sister Eva started giggling "Ten years old and you still can't see where your going" She said between small bursts of laughter, Roxa scratched the back of his head nervously "Well neither can you sissy!" He cried "Anyway what are you playing?" He asked with genuine curiosity "I'm pretending to be a powerful magician!" She replied enthusiastically, she moved her hands around making fake 'whoosing' noises as she did so. After a few minuites she stopped playing her little game and pointed a finger into the woods, her eyes were wide with terror and small tears welled in her pale blue eyes as Roxa followed her gaze, their hanging from a tree with legs hanging beneath him was Franz, a family friend. Out of nowhere an arrow was launched towards Roxa and his sister, Eva tried to scream but something cut her off, Roxa turned to find the arrow sticking through her throat with flecks of blood splashing from the wound as she tried to speak but only made a choked and garbled noise.
A bandit ran from the woods with a sword held in hand, he gave a war cry before rushing Roxa with the blade held above his head, he soon closed the distance and swung the weapon down at the young boy but noticed something stopped his movement, the shaft of a large axe blocked the blow and swung it to a side. The bandit spun slightly shocked before the hefty blade of the axe swung at his neck beheading the bandit instantly, Roxa's father turned his head to face Roxa and yelled "Go find your mother and run!" Roxa nodded instantly tears streaming down his face and stood up straight and rushed back towards the door.
Stepping inside the house he looked around for his mother calling for her repeatedly in a hysterical voice, all of a sudden a piercing scream broke from the bedroom followed by her high pitched words "Roxa get out Ru-!" Her voice was muffled all of a sudden and the throaty evil chuckle of a man came from the same place his mother's voice came from, Roxa burst into full tears now and sprinted out of the house into the woods, hearing a slicing noise followed by his father's pained grunt and the cheer's of the Bandit hordes.
Ten minuites after the attack
Roxa lay in the grass on the border of a small village, smoke raised behind him from his now burning home. He scrabbled forward with his hands as he cried weakly at the nearest home "Help..." he called praying to the god's someone would hear his meek voice "Someone... Please help me..." he tried again and again yet none came to his aid, giving up he rested his blonder hair into the grass and closed his eyes accepting his fate.
Roxa opened his eyes again minuites later to find he was staring at the roof of a home, sitting up straight he called out "Where am I?!" He looked around panicked, his eys wide with fear "Who is there?!" he called again looking around the room seeing an elderly man step from the shadows and bow his head at Roxa "I am sorry for your loss boy" He said his voice filled with genuine pity and sorrow "I have sent my son's to see if they can find anyone or anything that you may wish to have back" Roxa simply nodded sniffling slightly "Thank you..." He said with a low voice as he rested his back against the headboard of the bed he had been graciously been placed in.
A pair of young men at around the age of seventeen or eighteen stepped through the door, one held a spear while the other had a sword at his waist and carried a small bundle "This is all that we could find in the ashes..." the one with the bundles said grimly, he walked over to Roxa and placed the heavy package at the foot of his bed and took a few steps back "Thank you Grain" the old man said as he stepped back, he turned to Roxa then continued "Whatever was left there is now yours" He motioned to the bundles "Feel free to open it" Roxa leant down and moved the cloth to find two objects glinting before his eyes, one was a pale silver sword, intricate and perfect while the other was a dark black sword made from some shadowy material, probably Onyx or Obsidian. Both weapons rested before him and anger and revenge flared in Roxa's soul, he gripped both swords at their hilts and stood up straight, he looked up at Grain "Teach me..." He growled, Grain simply nodded and motioned for him to step outside.
From this moment onwards... Roxa Hiaten died, his soul lost to the now revenge filled soul which occupied him, he was now Roxa Sairen...
