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The boy awoke, looking around his surroundings. He stared at the dark sky high ceilings of the forest. He remembered nothing. He WAS nothing. Beside him was a 6 foot staff that equaled his own height. He was about 16 and had short cropped hair as black as the darkness around him. His own dark eyes glistened with the moonlight that shined through the canopy of trees. Cloaked in a Dark blue robe, black pants and Shirt beneath it, he struggled to find himself in such wilderness. Then he arched forward in pain. Some kind of memory struggled to break free. Then his eyes opened, a name sprouted forward. Issac. Why did that name come to him? was it his? Was it someone else's? Was it important? He decided to put the name away for now, and walked briskly in a direction away from his starting point.

Eventually he came across a small town. Curious as he was, he entered it, trying to understand the scenery around him. He entered a small inn, clutching his staff tightly beside him, and sat down. The innkeeper approached him. "good evening young man." He started. "Would you like something to eat?" The boy started to think...he didn't even know what food he wanted. "Some bread...and water please..." he said.

"that'll be 15 gil."

Instinctively he ran his hands down to a pouch on his belt and took out the exact amount of money. he didn't even know why the money was there in the first place. The Price was paid and he got his food. He wiped his bangs from his eyes and started to eat. Suddenly, the doors were Crashed open, and a group of 4 entered.

"it's time you paid up innkeeper." said the tall one, presumably the leader. "The rest of my team is waiting outside with torches waiting for the order until you pay the fee."

"but...I only have 15 gil!!! I had only one customer today!!", said the innkeeper, pointing at the boy.

The Man walked towards him and grabbed him by the collar.

"Give me your money boy!!! or the destruction of this town will be on your head!!!"

The boy looked down at his pouch then back at the man. The man threw the 17 year old kid to the wall when he became impatient. "Give me it now!!!!"

"...No.", he replied.

"what?!"

he stood brushing off the dust, and raised his staff besides him.

"Sorry but I don't think its right to give you folks money when you just tossed me like that."

"you little whelp!! Either you pay or you die!!!"

The Leader lunged forward brandishing a knife. Then suddenly a flash, and a bang exploded. The boy's palm was raised out at him, and the leader was crashing into the wall. The kid looked at his hand in awe, then the image of the name ran through him once more.

Issac