Beginnings are more often than not the most humble. A joyful--and yet a very much painful--bringing of life into the world, and then the child growing up to become someone that some may love and others may in fact hate. That is what Eva and Ulric seemed to think, when they got their firstborn son. Two bounty hunters in a state of purest chaos, bringing someone into the world despite the ever constant dangers that lay in the world around them; The world of Mizahar. Yasser Al-Ghameq-Archlyte came to the world in approximately 491 AV, sheltered within the wilderness and within the grand spaces that came with it. Among the strange, Valterrian-twisted game and with not much company but the two that sired him. It was funny that he got his mother's very dark red hair and eyes, and maybe his father's ears... It became something of a personal joke amongst the trio about whom the young boy resembled the most, and had led to some stale table banter.
Eva Al-Ghameq herself was a Benshira, one of the many desertfolk who travelled around Yahebah and the grand spaces of Eyktol. Whenever asked about her personal history, there was always a shrug and a smile in that person's direction despite how irritating that always was. While the tan woman was never truly forthcoming with her past, the one things that was known at the time was that she directly was a Reimancer, and a Falconer. The magic in and of itself, one would surmise, caused alot of rifts within her community. The desert race was all too suspicious of magic, and would shun it whenever possible. Ulric Archlyte himself was a famed swordsman, and dubbed "The Wolf" for some of his more 'wildman' like traits, and all that his own son knew of him, he might've been one of the Drykas though it was impossible to tell at the time; It had been more than a few seasons since he had been home, so it probably didn't really matter They were both human, so perhaps it wasn't something to be directly discussed. These two outcasts made their family, and Yas had been always happy with that. Much to their surprise, the child grew to be a lover of books and the more intellectual arts that went into it. Reading, writing, and arithmatic became his domain, but as did introversy.
Many a time, these things could be both a help and a hindrance...
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12th Summer, 502 AV
The young Yas smiled and gave a little wave at his parents as they left. Bountyhunters didn't often do all that well in cities, and many a time would stay away from them, but there were times this rule had to be broken to do their job right or even to get some supplies that they couldn't normally have on hand. This was probably one of the few times he was going to be home by himself, and tight quarters with two other people around constantly would probably put everyone on edge. "Are you sure it is alright to leave him here?" His mother frowned to her lover, who only gave a broad grin in return. Some remark was made, which was whispered so that his child would not be able to hear and retort to. They departed on a pair of horses, and were already galloping through the woods. Brushing his hair out of his eyes and glancing back in the house, the dishes and other dirty things that lay unattended to were taunting him. "Nuts to that..." The sun was shining in the sky, and the birds were chirping... He had a little time to kill. This was a time to go out and enjoy a good book, not be stuck in the house for a few hours. Going to down alone was probably going to take them at least half the day.
The chores could wait.
The few books they had around? He had read through them countless times, and more times after that. The young boy couldn't help but do a childish giggle when his mother finally bopped him on the head with one of the harder covers. "If you want more books, go and write some!" It wasn't an unfriendly comment, but alot of the time they weren't able to just out and out go to some library. More than a handful of the books had been grabbed or scavenged from the shelf, and he ran into the woods. There was always a good clearing, in which the sun gave some light and warmth but the shade would also provide the temperment not to blind him if he ever came out on the rare occasion. Just the place was found, and a few of the animals scurried away at the sound of his footsteps. The first book he found was that of the Common language. While his mother did speak her native language and was quite fluent in it, she did not force her son to learn unless he wanted to.
"Well, lets see...The grammar of that..." He took out a feather and a little bit of crushed and paste-like berry. Eva's falcon never took well to her son, and she always wondered why... Needless to say, it had ended up with one less feather every other week. Most of that afternoon had been spent just looking over the literature he had. The subject of math had become boring by this point, as he already knew the basics to get around. It was the books on magic and alchemy that really intrigued him. Maybe magic was mistrusted and dangerous, he once thought, but the reputation won't change unless someone tried to change it themselves. A fantastical thought to be sure, and one of childlike hope and wonderment. There could not have been a more perfect day to be out, and not in some dingy little place in the middle of no where. Napping a little out here wouldn't hurt! Yas found the sweet spot where the tree seemed almost to fit to his back and laid there for a few hours.
Then came the shock of the evening. A roar had awakened the boy, and caused him to jerk up in sheer panic. He hadn't meant to sleep in as he did, and would probably have to get home as fast as possible before either of his parents disciplined him. But while that shock passed, a new one came to light. It looked like a bear, standing on two hind legs, was standing right in front of him with its head to the closest branch possible. Sneaking out instead of doing chores was one thing, but this animal could seriously hurt him. What was he to do but attempt to crawl away? His heart pounded in his little chest, and the boy started carefully crawling around. The dry grass lightly crunched under him, and a quick look back at the creature; Its ears were perked, and it was looking around. With a start, Yas straightened his back and started to run. The creature roared in agitation behind him, moving off the tree and after him. Maybe bears only age vegetation and fish, but no way was he going to stay there with it to find out otherwise.
It was with a touch of terror that entered him, when he fell over the tree and his side hit the ground. A low crack sounded, and that made the boy howl in terror. The bear was only a few feet away, and coming to him. The basics of animals had never been his forte, but this creature seemed angry that its territory was being threatened and it was not shown proper submission. Before the red haired lad really got any leeway or other thought of running in his head, a brown feathered falcon screeched and began to peck and rake its talons at the bear's head. Blood, and what looked to be vitrius fluid was squirt everywhere. That seemed to be his chance to leave, and that falcon... Yas knew where it came from. A shard of ice whizzed by his ear, as he moved, and struck that night's adversary square in the chest.
It was with a rush of comfort that a pair of arms grabbed him and hugged him tight.---
(OOC Note: This is to detail some of Yas' home life before he left for the university at a younger age. This is just the first part.)