The thunder roars, the lightning cried out, the sky's parted, and woosh everything stopped the sky's, never clearer, the pond, never quieter, there he was, born. "Ah hah hah!" a very hearty but deep laugh, a very tall figure walks through the door of what seems to be a large wooden cabin a glimpse of forest can be seen behind him "My son has been born!" he roars, his words echoing throughout the whole house. "much too loud dear, you'll scare him" a voice of an angel, a pale fair skinned woman with long golden hair scolds him, "yes, yes, now let me hold him" the tall man bends down and grabs the newborn wrapped in cloth, "from this day forth you shall be known as Leon! And you will take my last name since you are a boy, Fafnir!" he roars loudly shaking the walls, and almost like the gods agree lightnings strikes as he says it. "DEAR WHAT DID I JUST SAY" She yells at him, "oh sorry!" he says smiling at Leon. And one year later...
"ma ma" "DEAR GET IN HERE!" the tall man runs in shirtless sweating a lot like he was in the middle of a workout, but a sword on his back? "What is it!? Danger?" he yells "no, Leon said mama!" she screeches excitingly, the man's eyes widen "REALLY!?" he puts his sword down runs over, "can you say dada" he stares eagerly at Leon "da da?" "YESS!!" the man yells excitingly picking him up swinging him around, "Dear be careful" she yells in a worried tone, he puts the baby down, "ah ha ha! this calls for celebration!" he yells running over to what looks like a beer barrel, "your just using this as an excuse to drink again aren't you Devon" he stops. "no, Marella" he looks back with a mischievous smile. as the night goes on the fireplace wood crackling, "wait where's Leon" mar says nervously "Devon jolts up "huh! What do you mean he's right ther..." he points and looks at nothing, "AHHH!" he screams, he gets up goes to run out and stops. "Dear what's wrong?" he turns to her with a very puzzled look "come check this out" she gets walks to the door peeking out, "huh!" she gasps loudly, there he was, 1 year old Leon picking up his dad's broadsword. "Dear go grab it before he hurts himself!" "Oh right!" The next morning "Mar I think we should teach him how to fight" "he's far too young!" well no of course I meant in a couple years, you know how my excited I get when I see talented people and trust me our boy has extreme talent like I've never seen" he grasps her hand softly "oh fine but only the basics and... I get to teach him magic" "Deal." 4 years later.