Niran - The Years Before, Years 15-23 Options

[gamer10]

I was going to update my other story, but I was like, to heck with that. I found the urge to continue the story of my RP character was much too strong to resist. So here is the first chapter.


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"No, I can't keep 'im, can't afford to pay for the amount of care he'd need." The man said, standing up and brushing a few crumbs off his shirt that had managed to survive the full utilization of his mouth. He placed his old leather hat back onto his head, forcing it to mix once again with his grimy, unkempt hair.

The lady, who was sitting almost directly across from him, was basically begging.

"Please, not another of my children!" She cried out desperately, tears running down her face. She had been hoping he might change his decision, make the first exception.

His features did not change nor soften at all, he stayed firm in his decision, and he was getting a little annoyed at her.

"I told ya, if you don't listen, you'll go as well." He said angrily, grabbing the child they were discussing and heading outside, at a fast stride.

15 Years - Chapter 1

Niran woke up, rubbing his eyes, and looking tiredly around. He rose from bed, bathed, then donned a clean pair of clothes. They weren't goning to stay clean for very long, he was going to see what he could find in the forest today.

He strode down the stairs and nearly stumbled when he came to the bottom, his mind tended to wander off from his boring life.

Sitting at the breakfast table, he noticed his sister and mother where already there. Where was his father? He normally did not leave till night, to avoid pirates and such traveling the ocean.

He decided to ask the question,

"Mother, where has father gone to this morning?" Niran used his normal, carefree tone. Making sure he didn't sound the least bit worried.

His mother turned to him,

"Well Niran, you know he's been very busy lately. Latest shipments are to Summerset Isle, far off place that is." She said knowingly, while signing some piece of paper hecouldn't manage to read.

Niran's mother spent most of her time studying and trying to learn enough to keep up with him, though it wasn't an easy task. She often spent nearly a whole week in her study, only coming down for meals, and the occasional walk.

"No school today, I suppose." She said, sipping a strong smelling drink. She put the cup down on the table and looked at him.

"No mother, today we have off." He said, his voice sounding a bit disapointed, though he did have much to do still. He shifted in his seat, and begin to eat.

After the meal had ended he excused himself from the table and told his mother that he'd be leaving later today, because staying in the house was much too boring.

"I suppose so," she said, warily granting him permission, "Be sure to stay in town, no wandering off." She knew that telling him would do no good, he was bound to run off somewhere.

His younger sister, Sidria, who had been silent all this time spoke up, giving her own theory as to where Niran was running off to.

"Going and seeing girls are we?" she said smirking, brushing her beautiful and lengthy hair back.

Niran blushed looking down before looking to his mother for help.

"Of course not, don't be silly." Was the only thing he said in response, it's what he normally said when she started picking on him.

"It's none of your business if he is," his mother added, though she couldn't supress a little smile as she headed up the stairs to the top floor. She really did wonder about that boy sometimes.

Niran rolled his eyes and headed outside, not watching what his sister chose to do next. What did this new day have in store for him . . .

This post has been edited by gamer10: Jul 22 2005, 07:02 PM

[gamer10]

15 Years - Chapter 8

Niran's breathing was soft, yet it came fast. Who could be opening the door to his bedroom at this time of night?

He held his sword in a thrust ready posistion, ready to kill any threatening being that might enter through his door.

The door handle finished turning, and the door began to open. Niran backed away sneakily lest he be hit by the opening door. That would ruin the surprise waiting for the intruder.

"Niran, are you awake?" A worried voice asked, "I can hear you moving about."

Niran froze as the person spoke, it was no intruder. That was his mother.

He quickly leaned his sword on the wall and stood straight up. His stature changing to one of a more civil person.

"Yes mother, I'm awake." He said pulling the door open the rest of the way and then lowering his arm again.

"Niran, you slept all day. I was just wondering whether you were hungry." She said, walking into his room. Her eyes shone with worry, but he couldn't see them in this darkness.

"No mother, I don't think I can eat right now." Niran looked down remorsefully, knowing the cook must've prepared something already. Even though it was very late.

"Please send the cook my apologies," Niran looked up, hoping he didn't look as tired as he was.

"I'm going for a walk, I have a lot to think about right now."

His mother ruffled his hair and smiled "All right then, just don't get yourself lost in a forest."

When outside Niran stretched his arms, and walked on the side of the road. He came to an alleyway and made his way down it, he had come here often. Mainly at night, it was quiet and no one bothered him here.

He leaned against the wall, looking out on the street.

The moonlight didn't reach where he was, however it did light up the street and he watched as a shadow fell on the ground. Moving closer and closer to the alleyway. It looked as if whoever it was, did not plan on coming into it.

Niran stood still in the shadows as the person passed.

Wait a minute, was that Faili? What was she doing out this late?

Niran spoke up before he could stop himself, even though he wasn't sure whether it was actually her or not.

"Faili?" he called out, hoping it was her.

The person gasped, and turned to face the alley. Niran could now see her face clearer, and saw that she was staring wide eyed down the alley at him. Recognizing his voice she took a nervous step forward.

He walkd forward, placing an arm on her shoulder. "Faili, what are you doing?"

Her eyes were still wide, not in fright anymore. Just in surprise.

"Niran - well I was just going for a walk." she pasued and swallowed, "What were you doing - down there." She asked, her eyes straying to the dark alley.

"Thinking, that's all." Niran said putting his arms around her, and running his right hand through her hair.

"You okay? I'm afraid I might've given you a bit of a shock."

She fidgeted nervously, before putting her arms around his neck.

"I'm fine." she said softly, pulling herself as close to him as she possibly could "Niran . . .are you angry with me?"

Niran raised an eyebrow.

"Of course not" he told her, trying to keep from getting too emotional. "I shouldn't have taken you into the forest, you obviously don't enjoy such trips."

Faili pulled away, "That wasn't what I was talking about, I- I slapped you. . . .I'm sorry."

Niran grabbed hold of her arms.

"Faili, don't apologize! I was acting like a jerk!"

Faili turned away, and started to cry. Leaning against the wall, she continued sobbing with her hands covering her face.

Niran reached out a his arm, and pulled one of her hands from her face.

"Don't cry." He pleaded softly "Come on Faili, don't cry. I'm sorry for yelling, okay? Please, don't cry. . . "

Suddenly Faili pushed him away. "Get away from me. . ."

However, Niran didn't budge from the spot.

She pushed him again, still crying.

"Get away from me!" Her voice was shrill and loud now, as she pushed him even farther.

"Faili," Niran said grabbing hold of her hands "Stop, you'll wake everyone."

Faili wrenched her hands from his grip.

"Just-go away."