The Azure Times Chapter 1

[Scuba]

This is basically a background story for my character in GTDRPG.

i have a nice background plot all up in my head, and i feel doing this oughta help my writing out (even though i always thought of it as sucky or average. meh.)


This is back in like feudal times guys, so its all REALLY old buildings.

From the gray skies aloft, the snow fell to the small village below. It sprinkled upon the frosting of ice yet another small layer to the already filled canvas. A small fleck of snow landed on a young boys hand, unnoticed, only to melt away by his fading warmth. The young boy laid on the ground, without energy, with a face of utter blankness. All around him the ground was stained with flecks of blood. Why? The boy pondered as he viewed the scene through his unfocused eyes. Why is there blood? His breathing was shallow, as trails of steam drifted from his mouth. He tried to get up, but power failed to circulate through his limbs. Why can’t I move? The boy thought as he tried to make his finger move to no avail. Ah… that’s right. I got caught didn’t I? He drifted back to earlier in the day.

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A small pile of rags laid on top of a haystack, contorting to a small frame, curled up in an attempt to stay warm. The rags shifted a little, revealing the face of a young boy, barely the age of 12. His appearance was slovenly: his brown hair unkempt, mud caked onto his pale face. He wore rags for clothing that were worn, beaten, and thin; but it kept the young boy slightly insulated from the frigid weather. He slowly got up, exhaling a cloud of steam and his face numb from the weather. The boy gathered up his things, and looked around at his surroundings. He was lucky enough to have been able to sneak into a barn, and was saved from freezing to death outside. He slowly crept through the barn with his belongings, careful not to wake any of the livestock. He opened the door, and gazed upon the pristine snow from the night before.

The boy didn’t know anything apart from how to survive. He was taken care of until he was around three, but wars claimed his family. He couldn’t remember anything else besides the flames. Not his name, not his parents face, not even his hometown. He was able to survive on meager handouts from generous or sympathetic people; but in this age of war, no one could afford to take in another child. Around the age of seven, he began stealing bread from stalls to live, as many did to live. Today was no exception. Steal to eat, hide to sleep; that was all the young boy could do.

He walked through the snow slowly, bundling himself up in his rag of a blanket to protect himself from the outside. His stomach growled heavily, bringing up a feeling akin to nausea. The streets were empty, and the boy went up to a store with which he was rather familiar. It was a local bakery, which he normally snuck into to steal bread that would otherwise be discarded. He snuck into the alley and climbed up to a window used for ventilation. The window was unlocked as normal, and the boy opened it with a silent click. The window was small, but just large enough for the boy to climb through easily. He slithered in like a snake, making no noise as normal.

The inside of the shop was basic, a stone oven, flour, water, utensils to cook, and various other tools used for making bread based goods. It was over on the table that the boy’s interest was held. There was a single loaf of bread, probably baked the day before, sitting on the table. The boy felt his mouth salivate, as his hunger grew by the minute. He stealthily walked through the kitchen, and grabbed the loaf of bread, then began to walk back to the window.

A creaking sound came from outside the room, and the door rattled open. The boy spun around quickly, as the blood rushed from his already pale face. An older man, his face full of wrinkles, and his hair balding stepped forward. “huh?” the man looked at the boy, clutching the loaf of bread. “THIEF!” The man roared and grabbed a club like object, no doubt used for his profession

The boy immediately turned around and dashed for the window; with the sounds of the baker rushing towards him. The boy leaped out the window, and landed on his back in the snow, scrambling to his feet.


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I was caught huh? The boy let his eyes wander through the dark alley. So I’m going to die here…huh? The taste of blood crept across his tongue; he was unable to muster the energy to even spit or swallow. The boy looked around once more then drifted into a sleep, accepting his death as he did.


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It’s so warm… am I dead? The boy thought. It’s so comfortable… Something touched the boys head, and he opened his eyes slowly. A man stood over the boy with his hand on his head “Good… the fever dropped” he mumbled to himself as he withdrew his hand.

To be Continued

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I more or less just did a once through on this, but i tried to make it sound un****ty~ Comments and ratings?

*the boy is NAMELESS atm, so i could only say "The boy", "Him" and "He" really.

[Pirate_Hunter]

I enjoyed the opeming quiet vived, nice description of the surrounding. I'm sure certain parts could be worded better but i,ll excuse that. I don't mind that the boy wasn't named i thought it was a good technique condering the background also the plot o the story. The ending o_0 was crammy lol but lets hope for the second chapter