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 10

Niran kicked the door in frustration, no one was at home!

He moved down the side of the house to the window and peered in, it looked as if it had been deserted for several days.

Taking a step backwards and nearly slipping, Niran brought his boot up and gave the window a good kick. When it shattered he pushed the remaining pieces of glass down using his hand.

Which wasn't a good idea.

He winced as a small jagged piece cut through his palm but he didn't stop. When all the glass was off he climbed up on the sill and dove in through the window, landing on the floor. Right on top of the glass.

He let out a groan, and rolled over. The rain was now coming in through the window and onto him, washing some of the blood from his back down onto the floor.

He stood up and looked around the dim room, it was hard to see until the occasional lighting bolt struck.

Staggering over to a small chair, he slumped down. Leaning his head back, he fell asleep that way. Ignoring the pain in his hand and back.

Several hours passed . . . .

A hand took hold of Niran's shoulder, and shook him roughly.

Niran's eyes opened and darted from side to side, to see who was shaking him.

He looked up, and leaned back in fright, a large nord with an axe was standing directly in front of him.

The man, upon seeing Niran had awoken, pulled the young imperial from the chair. Forcing him to stand.

"What the hell are you doin, eh?" he asked with a glare.

Niran would have pointed out the obvious, however this Nord didn't look like he'd put up with sarcasm from a puny Imperial.

"Sir, well I was just sitting here-" Niran looked around at the damage he had caused, and was hesitant about finishing his statement and just making a run for it.

"I was just taking refuge from the storm sir?"

The Nord sneered, "Is that so, ya little vandal. Look at what you've done to my house."

Hut more like it, Niran thought suppressing a smirk.

He started to edge away, very slowly.

"Terribly sorry for that sir, however maybe you shouldn't leave your house during a storm. I daresay I wouldn't have broken the window with you present." he said, taking a glance at the door. It was now unlocked and he could make a run for it.

The man noticed Niran's feeble attempt at escape and grabbed him by the shoulder again, pulling him back and throwing him against the wall.

Niran's face Would have rammed into the wall, however he brought his hands up toguard himself. The Nord spotted Niran's quick defensive move, and ran at the Imperial giving his axe a good swing.

"Where I was raised there was a terrible punishment for those who had no respect for others property." The Nord spat angrily.

Niran dropped to the ground as the axe slammed into the wall, breaking a chunk of wood from it.

"Oh, I know the place you're speaking of. The mental ward, is it?" Niran asked in mock curiosity before rolling away from the Nord and jumping to his feet.

He quickly unsheathed his sword, and backed away towards the door.

"Oh no ya don't." The Nord said as he charged him again, but Niran just sidestepped it and held out a foot to trip the man.

"I must say that was rather easy," Niran said with a devious grin as the clumsy man fell over.

The Nord grunted angrily, and when he looked up Niran noticed he had a spooky smile on his face.

Niran raised an eyebrow, as he put his sword to the Nord's neck.

"You've lost, go on and admit it so I can get home."

At that moment Niran felt the presence of a sword at the back of his neck.

Wiping blood from his nose, the Nord sneered again.

"Okay I've lost, but he hasn't."



Niran dropped his sword to the ground and raised his hands, looking out of the corner of his eye to attempt a glimpse at his other attacker.

"That's right, now walk towards the door." The man said, giving Niran a push and keeping his sword at the Imperial's neck.

Niran stepped over the Nord lying on the floor, and slowly walked to the door.

When he got close, the second man pushed him out and closed the door.

Niran turned around.

"Huh," he said stretching his arms "I thought he was going to kill me or something."

Wait a minute, my silver longsword!

Niran dared himself to force his way back in and retrieve it, but thought better. The Nords would kill him, and besides they probably wouldn't come after him to pay damages for the house if they had a sword to sell and collect the money on.

He turned around, and walked slowly home.

When he opened the door, he noticed his own house to be empty. With a note on the table.

He picked it up, and scanned it through.

"Oh this is nice, you'll be back tomorrow will you?" Niran said with an exasperated sigh, setting the note back down on the table.

He was wet, and tired. Going upstairs he changed into a clean set of clothes and lay down on his bed.

His mother would definitely notice his missing sword, seeing as how it was passed down from his father.

Unable to sleep, he stood up and went outside.

The ground was still muddy from the rain, and his boots made strange sloshing noises as he took steps.

He glanced from side to side as he walked.



This post has been edited by gamer10: Aug 2 2005, 03:52 AM