There weren't any words for him. He was fast, but you would never know because you couldn't see him. He was intelligent, but he was too quiet for his voice to be heard. He was kind, but those he helped feared him too much to recognize it.
One day he was confronted by a boy and his friends. They surrounded him and prepared to attack. In self defense, he injured one of them and the rest fled. They brought the case to the city council, and he was cast out of the society.
He wandered through the forest east of the city for days. Soon night fell, and he set up camp with some wood he found and a tinderbox. He fell asleep soundly.
As he slept, shadows surrounded him. He woke with a start, and drew his staff. The shadows came nearer to reveal a gang of bandits. They drew daggers and leapt at him. He hit one with his staff, spun it in his hands, and downed two more. The bandits regrouped and renewed their assault. He fell to their assault, and saw no more.
His eyes opened to find himself on a bed in a tent. He got up and walked out of the tent, to see the bandits sitting around a campfire. One of them motioned to him to join them. In a daze, he sat next to the bandit. The bandit handed him a cup of herbal tea. He accepted it and sipped the cup, waiting for the bandit to say something.
"You're pretty fast you know. Not many people can take us on and live to tell the tale. You got a name?"
"Not that I can remember."
"Fine. Fair enough."
They sat down for a minute, silently.
"You'll have to join us if you want to live now. You know where our camp is. If you don't we can't risk you telling someone about us and getting us killed."
The bandit looked rather taken aback.
"Fine." He handed the boy some robes. "Wear these, they hide you in the dark."
"Not very well, I might add."
The bandit laughed.
So the boy joined the bandits and stole from numerous people. Many fell to his blade, many lost homes, others didn't have the money to pay for their homes and were evicted. The boy without a name was soon hunted by many people.
One of them found him one day and confronted him. They fought for a long while, exchanging blows, dancing in a fight to the finish. The boy made a swipe for the attackers legs, but the attacker dodged it and finished him with a thrust through the heart.
The boy fell. The world around him turned, without moving him. He could still see, but time seemed to move on at an incredible pace. He watched plants and trees grow and die, the advancement of the human race, and the wars that happened. Soon he watched as the planet died, and there was nothing left. The universe stopped spinning, and a flash of light brought the boy to a cathedral, in the middle of the woods he had been in before this all started. He entered the cathedral, and gasped at what he saw.
It was himself. A few years younger, with a ghastly glow about him, but definitely himself. The apparition turned around and walked toward him. As it walked, everything behind him disappeared, in their places showing the vacuum of space.
“Wha-What are you?”
“I am yourself. Before you lost your way.”
He made a gesture behind him and the empty scene of space disappeared, in its place all the people the boy had caused suffering and sickness that the boy had caused.
“This is the result of your crimes. Do you repent?”
The boy stared in horror at the images before him. He looked at himself stealing from poor and rich, killing others, and putting fear into the hearts of even the strongest men. No pride came from it, only disgust. He turned to the apparition and looked into his eye.
The apparition cocked his head to the left, slightly amused.
“Will you learn?”
The boy grinned.
“Yes, I will.”
“One more thing…”
The apparition made another wave of his hand and the world around them spun rapidly again, this time spreading to show the world or Iris from space. There were fires, meteor storms, and people were fighting all over the world.
“This is yet to come. When this happens, something must be done to end it, obviously. You wont be able to do it alone, so try to make some friends.” The apparition grinned, despite the horror in front of them.
The boy closed his eyes. “Right.”
With another wave of the apparition’s hands, the world swirled, time turned backwards, and the boy was back to where he was three years ago.
“Okay, time to do it right this time.”
That took me a while to write. I didn't do my characters backstory, I did my user's backstory.
It was fun. ^^