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Lots of noise was all that Rob heard that morning. Everybody was walking around hurrying to their jobs, or wherever they were going. Rob had dark brown hair, and green eyes. His skin was usually a bit tanned, but it had been quite sunny lately, so he was burnt all over. Rob wished he had breakfast, like all the other teens in Chicago, but instead, he was stuck in an alley, alone. No mother, no father, living on the streets. All he had with him was a torn towel, some worn out clothes he had found in the trash, and a white mug he smuggled out of a thrift store. When he noticed all of the people there, he quickly crawled to the entrance of the alleyway with his mug, and held it up. As people were passing, he noticed he wasn’t getting much. Three hours had passed, and he had made thirty-six cents. He could almost buy something, and eat for the first time this week. It was now Friday, and Rob had made two dollars now. He swung by the convenience store just across the street, and bought a hot dog. It wasn’t much, but at least he could eat for another day. A new week began, and Rob was feeling good. As people were passing by, he overheard someone talking about some rich folk who moved in nearby, and were rumored to be quite generous. That night, when no one was on the streets, Rob went to sleep, hoping that what he heard was true. A couple days had passed, and Rob heard no further news on the rich folk. It was nearing the evening, when he heard a clang in his mug. It sounded pretty loud, so he was hoping it was a quarter. When he looked into his mug, he saw a ring. He figured it was a mistake, so he quickly turned his head to look for the owner, only for his forehead to smash into someone's shin. ”Sorry sir, I should’ve been more careful when turning my head.” Rob apologized. Rob looked up at the man. He was wearing a hood, covering his face, so he couldn’t make out what he looked like. “When you activate this ring, you will be transported to another world.” The man warned. Rob was about to ask questions, but when he looked up, the man was gone, with a piece of paper where he was standing. Rob picked up the paper, and read what was on it. “When you arrive, walk to the Teardrop Saloon.” Once he was done reading, Rob examined the ring that the man gave him. The gem on it seemed to change colors, though it wasn’t that noticeable because of the speed that it changed. When he first saw it, it was red, but now it was a deep shade of green. The ring had a dial around the gem, which he could feel was loose. Rob assumed that turning the dial was what the man meant when he said activate the ring. Rob sat there in thought, continuing to examine the ring’s perplexing color pattern. He felt drawn to twist the dial, even before he made his decision. It was getting late, so Rob went to sleep. The next morning, Rob awoke. He was laying on a bed of grass. He was confused, but then he looked at his hands. His fingers, specifically. They were on the dial. He had turned it in his sleep. Now he had no idea where he was. All he had in his possession was the ring, and his mug. He saw a village in the distance, and so he started walking there. As he arrived at the gate of the village, he remembered the note from the man. Something about the Teardrop Saloon. Rob looked up, and saw a sign. It wasn’t english, but he just knew it said the Teardrop Saloon. The doors swung open as Rob entered. He surveyed the room, and saw a hooded figure in the corner. He recognised them right away. It was the man. Rob rushed over to him, pushing past others. “Ah! I wondered how long it would take you to show up.” The man exclaimed. “Yeah, well it’s not like I had much of a choice… I came here in my sleep.” Rob replied. The man removed his hood. He had white hair, and a beard that was cut quite choppy, but the man seemed strong, so Rob didn’t make any smart remarks. “My name is Cynebald Hawke, and I apologize for bringing you here on such short notice, but you seemed like you wanted a change, and I had places to be.” Cynebald explained. “The ring I gave you, I’m assuming you still have it?” “Yes, I do.” Rob answered, still a little confused. “Good, Then follow me.” They walked out the door, and continued in the village. The village didn’t seem too advanced, mostly because this place had roofs made of straw. They walked to the largest building in the village. “This is the library.” Said Cynebald. “This is where you will learn about this place and where you are. I suppose I should tell you this now, this place is magical. That ring I gave you, it’s one of the few items in this world that are magical. We call these items Runes. There are not many of them, but you will most likely encounter others with them on your journey.” “My journey?” Rob asked. “Yes, that is one of the reasons why I brought you here.” Replies Cynebald. “There is a man who goes by the name of Beowulf Vanne. He owns a crown which allows him to phase through objects. He seeks something called the Ancient Rune. Nobody knows what power it has, but all of the world leaders have agreed that no one shall possess it.” “And what power does this ring have?” Questioned Rob, holding the ring up, suddenly excited. “Your rune allows you to teleport. I must warn you though, once a rune is used, it takes a bit for them to be used again. It will feel cold, about freezing temperature, and slowly warm up until it can be used again. The stronger the ability the longer you must wait after use. I suspect that the Ancient Rune does not have such a thing, and the user can use it as many times as they want, with no time penalty, no matter the power.” Rob stares at his ring. “How would I activate my ring exactly?” He asked. “You would turn the dial and it would teleport you wherever you are looking. Do not go too far away though, remember what I said about a time penalty. And also if you close your eyes or look at yourself when you do it, you won’t move. By the way. . . what is your name?” Cynebald asked. Rob looked over to the wall of the saloon they were at moments ago. About fifty yards away. Rob thought as he began to turn the dial. He heard it click, and then in the blink of an eye, he was at that very same wall. He looked back at Cynebald, who had an amused look on his face. “My name is Rob. No last name. Just Rob.” Chapter 2 Rob and Cynebald slept at the village inn, even though Rob didn’t sleep at all because of his excitement.The next morning, Rob and Cynebald got up and went to train. “I have some people I would like you to meet.” Cynebald said. They walked over to a small area surrounded by a wooden fence, similar to the ones at ranches, with three training dummies inside. The ground was packed, as if it had taken many hits, most likely from people practicing. “This is where you will do most of your training, but before you start. . .” Cynebald turned behind him and gestured to a boy and a girl to come forward. “. . . You will practice with these two. Would you care to introduce yourselves to each other?” The boy stepped forward. He had blond hair at a medium length, blue eyes, and a thin, long nose. The girl looked extremely similar to the boy, with all the same features. Twins I’m guessing. Rob thought. “Hi! I am Winfred Whitneye, and as you might have guessed, this is my twin sister, Presley. I own a pocket-watch which allows me to reverse time by ten seconds, and everyone’s memory reverses except for mine.” Winfred seems energetic. Rob thought. “H-hey. . . Like my brother just said, I’m Presley. I have a bracelet which makes me really lucky for a while. . .” Presley seems to be the opposite. Rob thought once again. “Hello, My name is Rob, And I have a ring that lets me teleport to wherever I am looking.” They all stood together awkwardly, waiting for instructions on what to do. “Well don’t just stand there! Get to training!” Yelled Cynebald. “But sir… you haven’t told us what we’re training for.” Winfred mentioned. “You will be training your fighting skills. Your runes may aid you in battle, but they do no physical harm to others. Before you set off on your journey to fight Beowulf, you must know how to fight. Rob, punch the dummy.” Rob stepped toward the dummy, and gave it his hardest punch he could. CRACK. Rob quivered, looking at his hand. “What are these dummies made of?!?” He screamed “Kroysium, mostly. A very durable material. Almost impossible to break.” Cynebald replied. “Just keep doing what Rob did there, throw in some kicks and work on techniques, and I’ll be back soon.” Cynebald said as he walked away. “So, we have about three hours until sunset, and I’m gonna guess that’s when he’s coming back.” Explained Winfred. “Let's get to work then and work on some tactics!” For the next three hours, the three of them trained, slowly getting better and better. Then suddenly, they heard a blast just about half a kilometer away from the village.