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Varnis' parents where the leaders of a small village on and island, that almost no one knew about. His mother was seen as a kind hearted woman, who helped everyone in the town. She would help those that needed help, and take care of those who had needed it. His father was seen as a strict leader, who denied those that needed passage through the town. He would fight those that attacked the town, as well.

Varnis had learned from both of them, how to be a fighter, and how to care for others. For that, he was known as the Caring Warrior. He helped those who had needed it, and killed those who sought harm for those who where his friends. Every day he trained in the way of the warrior, and in the way of the healer. He would train to the point of exhaustion, to near the point of where he would die, but his mother was always by his side, caring for him.

Both his parents took care of him and made him know he was loved. He had very little friends though, as of a scar he had on his face, he had ever since he was born. The scar went from the left top of his face, to the bottom right of his face, little did they know that, that scar held powers, and even he did not know.

Varnis went to school like he did every normal day. Walking in early in the morning to avoid the rush of every one, he would sit down n the seat of his class room, and wait for everyone else in the class to appear. Every one who passed him as they entered the room, would look at him, and call him names, such as scar face, ugly face, and such. He ignored them as they continued through out the class. They shot spit balls at his back, and they would throw glue into his hair when the teacher wasn't looking. The day went on as a normal day, just like everyone else who had a bully. Halfway through the class he started to scream clutching his face. The scar was burning, apparently he had enough. Ignoring the pain, he stood up, and drew his sword. Staring at the three main kids that would bother him the most, he jumped into the air, and swung at them as he landed. Everyone around him started to scream as his body began to glow. Landing down on the first one, he slit the person's throat, and watched him as he bled to death. The other two where horrified as he set his sights on them. Lunging at them, another blade appeared in his way.

It was his father's. His father turned to the other two and told them to run before he swung at Varnis. The two had ran as instructed. Varnis drew his sword back as he looked up at his father.

"Why do you wish to kill me father? Why!?"

"I do not wish to kill you. I wish to only save you. You are not doing this, this is not you!"

Varnis charged at his father, thrusting his sword directly at his father's heart. Easily dodging it, his father swung his sword back at Varnis, gouging his left arm. Black blood dripped from his arm, as it hung there useless to him. "Father! You have made a mistake!" Varnis charged back at him, using his anger, he swung his sword at his father with what little strength he had left. His father easily blocked that as well, and bashed his own son in the face with the hilt of his sword.

"Why do you want to kill these people? They may treat you wrongly, but it give you no right to kill them! Think about their family!" His father swung his sword towards his own son's throat. "I am sorry son, but this is how it must end!" Thrusting his sword towards his son's throat, it cut down deep in side, killing him instantly. "I'm sorry son..." Was all that he heard as he died on the floor.



Varnis' father, and mother are the only ones who stand next to Varnis' coffin. Varnis lies in there, at peace only in death he was able to receive. No one else visited his burial. The heavens opened up, and started to rain in a light drizzle. The coffin started to lower in the grave, and the rain started to down poor. The coffin hits the bottom of the grave, and everyone leaves. The rain fills up the open grave. Thunder and lightning start to crackle off in the distance as Varnis' body lies in the grave.