Morgan stood in a green field with his parents, and his brother. They all looked so happy, and he was happy too. He was always a playful little one, so his father had carved him a wooden sword, and he practiced with it whenever he had the chance.

He turned away from his family, and charged at nothing. He swung his sword downwards, slicing away the enemies he pretended was there. He stepped back, slashing to the side and slicing downwards. He spun his sword around and sheathed it, turning back to his clapping parents. He smiled, and bowed.

The Vision changed, and he found himself in the training area with his father, at the age of 13. His Father was yelling at him to fight better. And so he did. He charged, feinted to the left and smacked the flat of his blade against his fathers leg. His father yowled in pain and jumped back. He yelled something about cheating, but Morgan wasn't listening. He charged his father again, this time raising his blade to stab, but when his father poised to block, he spun, swinging to the right and hitting his father in the leg again. His father swung, Morgan blocked, pushing the blade away and kicking his father to the ground. He put the blade to his fathers neck.

His Father Smiled, and stood, nodding his approval to Morgan.

The Vision changed again, And Morgan was standing in his room, staring down at his hand. It was on fire. The Fire didn't burn, but that made Morgan all the more horrified. He clenched his hand and the flames dispersed. He shook his head.

The Vision switched to Morgan, age of 16, fighting his father once more. His father was yelling at him to keep his guard up, and Morgan did. He swung, and sliced, but still, his father was blocking every strike. "Strike Harder, Morgan!" He yelled. Morgan screamed in rage, dropping his sword. His hands burst into flames and he charged. His fathers eyes widened, and Morgan didn't stop charging. His father yelled at Morgan to stop, but he didn't. He punched his father in the face, before kneeing him in the stomach, sending him to the ground. The last thing Morgan remembered before leaving the training room ashamed was his father muttering something about raising a monster.

The Vision Changed, And Morgan was standing infront of Blake, who was laying there, beaten and broken. Morgan laughed, having defeated his brother. He turned to the dark purple orb, grabbed it an--Morgan dodged the whip that lashed out behind him and continued working.

As he removed the last gem from the rock, He heard the voice of the leader telling them to stop.

"Why am I here...?" He asked himself. He shook his head, walking back to his cell. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't summon his magic. He had practiced with his makeshift sword. He fell onto the mattress and sighed, falling asleep.

The next Morning, He woke up before the yelling, got an approving nod from a guard, grabbed a pickaxe, and set to work. This repeated for several weeks, before somebody entered his cell one night.

Morgan sat up. "What did I do now?"

"It's what you're gonna do."

"Who are you?" he asked, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"No matter, just know that we're escaping."

"Who are we?"

"You, Me, Several more people."

"Tell me your name."

"You can call me Glenn."

"Well Glenn, how are we going to escape?"

"I've already got a plan, but I need the men to go through with it."

"And you're asking me to talk to them about it?"

"Yes."

"I'm an Evil Wizard, Why do I care what happens to a bunch of lowlife slaves?"

"Because, Morgan, you're a slave too."

"Okay? I'm surviving out here more than anybody."

"Yes, but there's also another person who does the same things you do. And he very much wan--" He stopped. Footsteps were heard down the hall. "Dammit, Work's starting early, apparently." He jumped into the shadows, and when Morgan reached over, he felt nothing. Morgan shook his head. He was already up, along with another person who had been staying in the cell across from him. The person looked familiar but in the darkness Morgan couldn't see much. The Guard walked over to Morgan's cell, opened it, and turned to the other persons cell. He opened that as well. As Morgan and the man walked by each other, The Man spoke, "Mornin'." He spoke with a voice that Morgan swore he heard before. He shook his head and went to work.

Hours later, A Guard stopped the same man Morgan had walked past. The Man had dark purple hair and was in dirty rags, but he was as tall as The Guard who stopped him. The Guard brought down his stick, and Morgan cringed preemptively, turning away. After not hearing a scream, He turned to see the man had caught the stick. The Guard was trying to pull it away. The Man pulled the stick out of the guards hand, spun around, and slammed the stick into the guards face, sending him to the ground. The guard tried to stand, but The Man slammed the stick into his jaw, sending him to the ground again.

"Try to stand, and I'll be breakin' yer jaw." The Man Said, raising the stick again.

The Guard just laid there, shaking in fear.

"Keys." The Man said to Glenn.

Glenn nodded, and took the keys from the guard.

The Man turned to Morgan. "Take this." He tossed the stick to Morgan.

Morgan caught the stick.

The Man brought the guard to his feet. "Yer Armor."

"W-What about it?"

"Remove it."

"Y-Yes Sir." He removed his boots, gloves, leggings and chestplate.

The Man pushed the guard into the wall. "Tie him up." He told Glenn.

He turned to the others. "My Friends, take up arms, for today, we escape the evil clutches of The Order of Ragarra!"

Morgan scowled. "And just who are you to declare that?"

The Man turned to Morgan. He smirked. "Morgan, you don't recognize me?"

"Why, should I?"

"Not really, I mean, I have grown since we last met."

"What are you talking about?"

The Man walked up to Morgan.

"Look into my eyes and tell me what you see."

Morgan looked down into The Man's eyes. He pulled away, eyes widened and mouth open in shock.

"Yes, Morgan. It's me."

"Blake, is it really you?"

"Who else could be as showy as me with a stick?"

"Point taken."

"Hey, sorry to break up this family reunion, but It's time to escape." Glenn said.

"Right." Blake said. "Let's go, Morgan. The Armory is just upstairs."

"How do you know?"

"I know a guy."

"Alright then." They turned, and began running towards the entrance, and towards their escape.