(Takes place during Chapter 13)
Percy Salore was a 18 year-old boy and was the younger brother of Perceval Salore, he saw born with bright, yellow pupils and dark Red hair and had the magic of Wind. His childhood was just like any other child’s except he often flunked classes that involved working together.
Each day, he would arrive back home and be greeted by his mother and father as they hugged him, and would often be visited by Perceval. Percy’s older brother was his world, they would steal each others candy as they ran around their household before Perceval would end up breaking something and would get told off.
“Oh shit…”
Perceval would look down as the broken vase.
“Keep those words away from Percy!”
His mother yelled as him.
Perceval would pack his suitcase as he left the family to help Ironport and Summerhold fight against Cassandra Silver.
“Perceval, please don’t”
Percy would begin tearing up.
“Do not worry, i have dueled the Minotaur and came out alive…i will be back.”
Perceval’s last words to his brother…
Once the war was over, Percy would run to Perceval’s body and kneeled down, fresh tears started to stream down his face and he let out a mournful yell.
Percy would run away from home, and ran deep into the woods of the Whispering Forest.
He would spend many days in there as starvation started to swell.
Percy would soon find his way to Bell Village with markets filled with food, he took an apple while nobody was looking and ate it, he tried to steal some bread, however, he would be spotted by a guard and they chased Percy.
Percy would run into an alleyway with guards surrounding him.
“Sorry kid, stealing is strictly forbidden in this town, you’re coming with us.”
The guards held out cuffs.
Wind started to swirl around them and began pushing the guards away, it would pin out of the guards on a wall as the wind’s force increased, flesh and blood began peeling off of the guards face as Percy watched, and eventually, the guard was dead.
More and more guards would be called to deal with the boy, however, each guard would not lay a scratch on him, as he murdered each one. A Magic Captain soon arrived and dueled Percy.
“Magma Blast!”
The guard yelled as steaming lava hurled towards Percy.
Percy would evade out only burning his arm slightly and would leap high in the air.
“Wind Slash!”
Percy yelled as several fast winds sliced the Captain.
Blood sprayed from the Captain’s legs and arms and layed on the floor, crippled. Percy would lift the guard off of the ground and stared him in the eyes, before Percy would swing a hatchet at his head, he heard Perceval.
“Percy, i will be back.”
The voice of Perceval would flood his brain.
Percy would look around himself to see townspeople shocked and crying as they saw so many dead, Percy would drop the Captain before floating away with wind magic.
Percy would regret his choices and hated himself. “What will Perceval think…” constantly echoed through his head.
Percy would be found by a man named Turner, he wore a Silver and Black Ninja attire as he formed out of smoke.
“Do not worry, Percy.”
Turner would speak.
“Your brother…he is alive.”
Turner spoke.
Percy’s eyes began to water.
“But you must do something, if you want him back.”
Turner broke the silence.
“Anything…”
Percy replied.
“Join me…and Spencer’s army, only then you will see Perceval again.”
Turner finished.
Percy would join Turner and began another member of the Villain Syndicate.