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..17 years ago..

Didn't even know but yet. He was resting in a sealed up bubble that'll protect him from his demons. The guardian being his mother, Linoe. Her gorgeous wooden hair fell back as it would follow her as she walked, her cookie scent sticky to her lovely peachy skin - dipped with a shine and pinkish glow on her cheeks. Her dress brought out her stand out style. Many people were familiar with her, specially the unexpected growing stomach.

"Linoe! Darling, I never knew, the father?" One of the ladies from the town in Calvary asked. She had a grizzled lock of gray in her hair. Lovely as it suited her well.

Linoe only gave a small giggle. Putting a hand on the maidens shoulder, "He is a farmer." She kept the conversation steady. Not wanting to spill any information of his former life.
"A fine man I would hope." The lady continued. Her eyes shifting back down to what he was doing before. Linoe sighed, happy as her hand shifts to her stomach as she turned to walk off, going back to doing her own little daily work. Though the lady grabbed her hand before she could leave.

"Though be warned, this town has been being drained, the taxes are going up even more. I don't know how much Hein I can manage this fast in the summers." The maiden stares off, her gaze not exactly on Linoe. Linoe saw past what she was speaking, instead, she stared into her eyes, trying to puzzle what she really meant.

"If you need Hein I could g-"
"No my girl, I'll be fine. You need to money for the lamb growing inside you. Keep warm in your house of yours and don't worry of me." Linoe bit her lip. Nodding as the lady let go of her hand and she began to walk again. Turning back to her, distant eyes never really catching hers.

Catching breath...

"No! I totally won!" The suited man said with a bark of a laugh that rattle the table. The few men around him gathered at it was laughing as well. Linoe walked into the home as to see her husband and his friends hovering over a stack of cards. Gambling Linoe thought. Shaking her head slowly as a man at the table turns to her finally. His black hair was messy over his left eye, a style he kept since he was 15. He smiled over at her, she walked over. Putting on an convincing smile to please his guests. Which worked.

"Oh, the beauty. Hello Mrs. Linoe." One of the man said with his suit. A wealthy sign plus with the symbol attached on his right shoulder. It was stitched so finely that it was hard not to think that it made along with it and not just stamped. For Calvary, it had symbols of all of their saints. Water, heaven, sun, moon, small symbols to fit them all in. Yes,they believed in that to be sure of all that could come true. Specially to keep crops and everyone satisfied and healthy.

"A baby, huh? Mou, why didn't you inform us of a child. We would of brought gifts." They settled the game to a pause. Shifting in their chairs to look over at her. Linoe leaned on him.

"..." She had waited. Staring at their faces as she then turns to Mou, he laughed nervously. Not wanting to look at his unhappy wife at the moment. It wasn't the gifts she was concerned about, it was that more could come from it if news were spread to relatives of some sort, specially friends and the wealthy who could help out splendidly.

"What will its name be?" A man to Mou's right asked.

"We haven't decided, maybe after one of our saints." Linoe replied, rubbing her stomach.

"I thought we did? Franklin." Mou whispered up to Linoe, she shrugs, thinking.

"Hmm?" Two man on the left hummed. Linoe snickered quietly to their curiosity. "Maybe...Fany." She giggled a little more even though nothing was funny at the moment but they all smiled at her. Nodding their heads.

"Love, may we go back to our game. I am about to beat the-"

"Beat who? Your losing 30 Hein by the minute!" They all started to laugh again. Linoe frowned and started to walk to her room. Hating that he was gambling and specially his skill of not having luck and managing to keep this house up.

"Give it a day or two, the wind will sleep. Rest without worry, my little frenzy." She whispered to herself with a smile. Closing her eyes when she got into bed, ignoring the sounds of them shouting and carrying on.

5 years...

It wasn't long. The 24 year old had the child. It was amazing, the kid, he was as beautiful as she was. He had his fathers curly hair, combed back and tucked back as if in any moment it'll break and a mass of hair fall to his face.

"Franklin Kipper! Get over here and don't run away from me when I'm speaking to you." Linoe yelled to Franklin. The small child of hers, all smile and no harm.
"Yes, mum."
"Don't mess with them while their...working." Gambling once again. Linoe though with a sigh. Holding Franklins shoulder.

"Mum! Their playing cards. I wanna join and play book." Franklin said, cheerful as he was.

"Its for you. Its for work. If you distract him, he'll lose his job." Linoe said, smiling. Kissing his cheek. Franklin frowned and walks away. Going outside to play with the girly neighbor. Mou made enough money to buy a newer home, close by but better. With a couple of neighbors.

"Minnesota!" Hard to say, specially when he was only 7.

"Franky!" They both greeted in hugs.

"My family and I were going to town. I think...its a...transition to celebrate all saints and welcome ones from other kingdoms and towns." Minnesota said, scratching her head but shrugs.
"That's what papa said I think."

"Have fun.."
"But I want you to come!" She pouts.
"Can't, Mum might want me to help with Pa's old chores." Franklin shrugged.
"Fine. But when I return, you better be up for Prey or Predator." It was a game they'd play. One would pick an animal and act natural as the predator would sneak up on him or her. Practically like tag.

"Got it." He puts a thumbs up and she skips off.

He decided to walk down the small hill. Going to the big sea just out back of their home. He sat there, thinking. A lot was growing in his mind. Linoe didn't specifically say anything about what he was to do. Franklin lays down.
He then realizes how late it had gotten, he stands up and turns around. Knowing Minnesota would be coming back by now and he got excited. The waves were rushing so insanely that the sound was long and shook the land. A ship pulled up and a crew jumped out. Franklin jumped and ran up the hill to warn his mother and father but was knocked down by man who....didn't even touch him? Their hands were out but how was there force to it? Maybe they threw something.

"Its only a boy." One of the man coming off the ship said. He spoke in Whish, nothing he said made sense to Franklin. The man bent down and his features were clearer now. He was surprisingly young. 19? 20?
"Hold him." The guy said, he had brown hair. A sign of his yellow and black clothes were present. Only the Whish would wear that.

"What are you here for?!" Franklin yelled, seeing his home in front of him though it was a little further up.

"No!" The armed men walked up to it. Franklin turns to the guy who was holding him down with inhuman force. Definitely not human. Franklin thought. He tried to get up or at least wiggle but it was useless. The guy who spoke with him before came out with Franklins parents. Throwing them on the ground.
He planned on screaming out to them. It wasn't working. It...it was his lungs. They were..blocked? He couldn't speak. It was getting hard to breath, the air tasted of grass, iron, ocean specks, blood? When his surrounds went dark he knew it was probably the end, only find himself thrown in the ship. Unaware of what happened on the ground.

A/N
Didn't mean for it to be this long.