The Beginning: Childhood

“Vincent! come on downstairs it’s time for breakfast.” a women shouted from the 1st floor of the 2 level house.  A young black haired elvaan boy rose from his bed and stepped down yawning. he slowly worked his way over to the stairs and went down his long black hair still a tangled mess from sleeping. “Good morning mother.” he said, “Nice of you to join the living Vincent, now eat up you have practice with master tredent in an hour.” she said. “Alright,” the boy said starting to eat his meal. He had been a student of master Tredent’s since he was 5, always eager to learn the ways of the sword, and how to magic to heal wounds. Now 11 the boy hurridly rushed upstairs and grabbed his sparring sword for practice. He quickly ran downstairs and out the door towards eastern ronfaure to the training grounds master Tredent had set up. “I’ll be home around supper time mother!” Vincent called back as he ran into the peacful streets of San d’Oria. But for some reason he felt an uneasiness brewing inside of him convincing him that something was goin to happen soon…