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Quite smushed, might rewrite at another time~
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Harry was born into royalty. His life was more than great. He grew up learning how to read and write, the basic history of his kingdom, how to act during public events and what he need to say or do as a true prince. He was fawned over by many a lass who wished to gain connections to the royal blood. He had everything he wanted, safety, family, friends... though… He didn't. They weren't real friends, and the luxuries that he gained weren't earned. It was... boring.
At the age of ten he separated himself from those around him. Only to lock himself up in the library to read. Reading was fun; here he could take in the words of those smarter than his family, smarter than himself. The studies of magic, the studies of fighting. All locked within pages of text, he coveted it. He dreamed of what life would be like outside... Without these fake relationships, without all the lies.
He'd do it, he'd leave, and he had to. This damned family could survive without him, he knew that. His time within the tall shelves had made him distant to past connections. At the age of only twelve he started to train himself. He practiced running, jumping, climbing those beloved shelves and learning the art of free movement from a certain book he had found. He certainly enjoyed it, this climbing and sprinting, the feeling of wind pushing past him and against him as he sped up. With control of his body he was free to do as he willed.
His training continued for another two years. He still kept to himself, only doing things that were needed to be done such as public meals, ceremonies and other social façades that took valuable time off of his own wishes. Harry started to spark out, practicing climbing on rock walls, swimming within the large stream that passed through the palace walls, since the palace was on high ground the water was generated from a magic crystal. As time passed his body became stronger... faster. Like he'd always wanted, not worthless and wasting away like the bureaucrats that played politics.
Two more years and he turned sixteen. This was the time he wanted to leave, and so he did. After learning and training all he could before this time, the day before the celebration of his birthday. He ran, fast. Faster than the guards ever could, that he was sure of. Although the guards didn't exactly see him from the way he stuck to the shadows. He left his forsaken kingdom, granted it took a few months, but the gold he had taken with him was enough to get him by... Before it was gone and then he got hungry, very hungry. He wasn't being supplied with food now; he'd known this would happen... With his rude and abrasive mannerisms Harry wasn't able to find a job; those in the palace had put up with him due to his blood, out here no one cared.
It was at this point that Harry started to steal. It really was the only way so he thought, to keep himself fed he needed gold. He expected himself to feel... guilty, though he felt nothing but thrill. He took from someone. He STOLE... and he loved it. A sickening grin would rise on his facial features each time he took what wasn't his. Then spent it, after a while he was getting noticed. The fact that he where he went, gold vanished.
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At the age of 17 a certain adventuring party asked him to join them, to assist with the more... tricky things. How could he not agree?! This was an ADVENTURING PARTY! Tales of grandeur and glory spread in every kingdom naming powerful heroes that started as adventurers He'd dreamed of this, to adventure. Naturally he accepted! They were going to a dark wizards keep, to the high north. Not to kill him but to rob him. As such Harry followed suit, getting to know the adventurers over almost a month.
The locks on the doors fell as harry twisted and tinkered with his tools. The guards of the keep, undead. Fell to the blows of his allies. Thankfully he didn't fight, though he could if he wanted to. The wooden shield and leather armour he had on wasn't just for show. The risk wasn't worth it though; if he died then they wouldn't be able to go forward so he was protected. After they had travelled through the keep the group finally got to the treasure room. Gold... Silver... Magical items, everything was here!
Harry walked in, glancing around with interest... Then he felt... wrong, very very wrong. He looked to his companions with greed full on their faces, then moved around about to talk before he tripped on a vase. Falling head first into a strange contraption made of twisted metal, glass and magical crystals he sent it flying off. It shattered... Then sparked... Then he felt fire... consuming him. He yelled out in pure pain his flesh melting giving way to the flames, every single nerve was burning. It was all BURNING! He flailed helplessly before a black void devoured his consciousness.
He woke up. He sat up... He looked around... Then he saw four charred corpses, he blinked... his friends... well, they had only known each other for three weeks but he had still felt a connection to them. Harry choked back tears as he looked down to himself. He was fine? Unharmed even. Though after a moment he noticed a pulsing in the side of his shoe, looking down he saw a silver coin, it hummed then spoke. "Finally awake? Where did you learn to walk ya’ bloody fool? Get your ass up, and run before the old man gets back. Take me with you, it's boring here doing nothin' but waitin', besides I’m the one that saved your ass by bonding with you. Otherwise you'd be roasted like the others, personally I’d say they’re more charred grilled."
Harry was confused... he didn't argue with the talking coin and turned to run... and run he did. Out the halls of black stone, out the large gate to the keep and forward. As fast as he could. Not even thinking about the treasures he had left behind... Well, most of the treasure. The muffled clinking of coins in his satchel obviously had gotten there by mistake. Or not.
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Thanks for reading~
Chapter 1
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