I only own a few characters in this story, the rest are either lent to me from friends or they are owned by NCSoft and ArenaNet. The places in this story are apart of the game GuildWars which is created by NCSoft and ArenaNet. I DO NOT own or claim to own any part of GuildWars.

Chapter 1: Adopted

It was night, the fire totem was almost out, and the flame-keepers were late. There was a low growl and then sound of a body hitting the ground. One of the lower-ranked Blade Storms was found on the ground with and arrow in its chest. The discovers of the body saw a human ranger retreating and quickly chased after him. One of the Flame-wielders tried to stop them but it was to late. By the time the order was given, several spikes sprung up out of the ground and impaled the persuing charr.

At this time the entire camp had been awakened, and several were ready to spill blood. As the charr were trying to make since of things, fire rained down on the largest group of charr and a few flame-wielders. The charr turn towards were the human dissapeared and found the ranger with an elementalist on the hill, along with a warrior, a mesmer, and a monk. The charr charged but were hit by more traps and an earthquake.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the camp, away from the fighting, and assassin by the name of Valnor Deathstrike was sneaking through the camp, looking for ascalonian prisoners. This is when he heard what sounded like crying. Following this sound, he came upon and infant charr. Not knowing what compelled him to do so, he picked up the infant.

A few minutes later, the party had finished off the final charr, they all gathered and waited the return of Valnor.

"Well Ascalon is a little safer tonight now,"commented the warrior.

"Why do you say that,"asked the elementalist.

"Look around Gaia, there has to be atleast 40 dead charr right here, and there was another raid tonight, to the east," retorted the warrior.

"Would you be quiet, there could be more out there," comes a voice from the shadows.

"Valnor, how nice of you join us," the mesmer says after putting the final touches on he latest skill.

"I found the captives, all dead. I also found this." Valnor holds up the bundle in his arms, pulling back the blanket, he reveals the infant charr he found earlier.

The warrior draws his sword, intent on killing the thing.

"Palton hold." The ranger moved between Palton and Valnor, setting his hand firmly on Palton's chest. "If you kill this infant, you will be no better than your enemy. Your soul will forever wander the Mists without direction."

Palton sheathes his sword and sits down on a nearby rock.

"Thank you Surcose. I couldn't leave this poor guy there, but I don't know what to do with him now." The monk walks over and gestures towards the infant.

"May I see?" Valnor hands the infant over to the monk.

"So Zorn, what do you think?" The mesmer walks to Zorn while asking this.

"Well, I would say he is no more than two to three months old. And I think we should keep and train him, Jimmy."

Hearing this, Palton stands up wiht his sword drawn. "I will not take that thing back to Ascalon."

"Palton we can't leave it here. He may be useful to use later on." After saying this, Zorn starts walking south, back to the wall.

"I don't like this one bit," Palton says as he stands and sheathes sword once again.

"Not asking you to like it. We're just asking you to go along with it," Valnor says as he passes.

Palton stands confused, not wanting to have anything to with the infant. The others fade in the darkness as he thinks. Finally making up his mind, Palton follows his friends.

"If anything bad happens, it's your fault Valnor!"

"I know!"