Hey all, this is a work in progress thing, the start isn't even hewn out right, but i hope you'll like it,
if it gives you ideas, please use them, but dont steal too heavily lol
:Lost Dimension
1.
The sun rose over the farmstead, no animals woke to greet it. Caife drew his knife and threw. It flew through the air towards his makeshift target, and a shadow danced to his right, he knew it was going to hurt as Lynn exclaimed, “What did I tell you, good-for-nothing sack of shit!?” The chunk of wood she wielded collided with his head, stars exploded into bright nothingness and he knew she might kill him.
Caife spat blood and looked at his mother, “Go ahead, have no one to take care of this shit-farm or you for that matter, it’ll be the only thing you’ve done to make anyone happy” he said. Lynn raised the bit of wood she had taken from the rather large pile Caife had spent the night chopping, and dropped it, “Oh, you know this is me disciplining you for not doing as told. You should have had this pile stacked, instead you’re laying there and doing nothing!”
She laughed, turned and stumbled to the rundown shack. Caife drew himself from the dirt and spat, ’love ya too mum, glad to see you back from the bar, bitch…’ he thought and staggered towards the tree his knife was in.
“When you going to wise up and leave?” a raspy voice inquired. “Where am I to go?” Caife replied, turning to his grandmother, who had quietly walked into the clearing, no doubt the one who caused Lynn to hesitate “Besides, I couldn’t leave, as much as everyone would like to see her lose everything, all I have is here.”
“Its shame you see it that way dear. Here, come sit and eat, I’ve made you some cakes. Grandfather sent me to see how you were, its been a week since you’ve seen us and we were worried.”
Caife sighed and rubbed his neck before working his knife out of the old oak. “Thanks Grandma, she’s been keeping me occupied, she’s managed to work a deal with the landlord that involves this wood, I’ve gotten most of it chopped and piled but all of this is due tomorrow across town.” He bent and scooped up the stray log Lynn hit him with, and threw it onto the pile he spent all night cutting.
“Caife, for as long as you’ve been under Lynn’s rule, you’ve been the most responsible, gentle and caring person I know on this earth, but also the most abused and troubled young man in town.” His grandma intoned lovingly, “it is such a shame that you wouldn’t travel over to Kohl and help your grandfather run the mill, he’d love to have-.”
“No. I’m sorry, you know I would leave, and the persistence is getting to me, but more so in irritation than making me acquiesce . I’ve debts to settle and I can’t leave them to her..” Caife interjected, “ Grandma, please, I do thank you for the offers, but I would be no better than her should I up and leave.”
“It’s okay dear, I’m sure if I were in your shoes I’d understand.” Caife’s grandmother said, “ I’ve business in town, and have to head home right after, but please, if you’ve changed your mind, or want to disappear for a couple of days, you know which road to catch me on.”
“Thanks Grandma, but you know where I’ll be” Caife replied as he stooped to pick up his axe. His grandmother stood up and shuffled towards the road to town. Caife felt regret watching her leave, should have seen her to town and back home, Caife hefted the old wood-axe that had been his father’s. Twenty-two years had gone by since Marc had disappeared. Everyone in town believed Caife’s mother had something to do with it, then ten years after; when Caife crawled into town with a broken leg, and numerous other injuries, then the town had fully begun to distrust her.
Caife lifted the axe over his head and tensed, something felt wrong. There were no birds chirping in the woods, the brook that cheerfully bubbled and had accompanied his early morning work seemed more distant and muffled. He looked down to the kindling as it swam between heavy curtains of black and grey shades, he crumpled.

2.
“What?” Sara gasped, “ how could you think I stole this apple? What do you think my family grows, you over-muscled simpleton?!”. Sara threw the apple she was holding at the lout, and it collided with a wet pulpy thwack. “you lil’ whore!” Growled the apple splattered ogre and lunged at Sara.
A yew staff descended and deflected the brute into the ground. “Is this person bothering you miss?” a hooded figure inquired, “A little.” Sara replied. “Well, not to worry, scoot off home.” the traveler said, “ In fact I insist.” turning to the rushing guard.
Sara turned hesitantly with her basket and ran back to home, thinking of the strangers grab. Now the lout she had seen before, but the grab the stranger wore didn’t resemble the cloaks she had seen before.
“You’re back early, something happen?” asked Sara’s mother, “yes, and no,” Sara replied, “that same man bothered me again today in the market, but a newcomer stopped everything and told me to go home..”
“Hmmm, well when your father returns, we’ll see what he has to say.” sighed her mother, “He did say the captain had assured him he would look into that. The guards have probably brought your new acquaintance to the landlords. Go wash up and come have some dinner, it’ll be ready shortly.”

Four Years Earlier.

Caife slowly rubbed his forehead and sat up nursing a headache. ‘What in the hells Lynn?’ He thought and looked around.
The stump that he was next to or rather had been next to, had disappeared entirely and was replaced with a post with which was adorned by boards covered in runes and squiggles.
“Done, I’m through, She’s dead,” Caife screamed at the sign “Flayed and Flogged and QUARTERED alive!” and he swung. The thick signpost exploded as his fiery hand connected with the polished finish. Caife looked at the smoking wreck and still smoldering hand dumbfounded, his mind struggling to grasp what he had just witnessed.
‘I’m high. Yeah, that must be it, she’s gone and drugged me to get rid of me.’. Caife felt eyes on his back. ’and this is where a creepy old man wheezes about wondering why I was on the ground.’ “So, What is it that you want?” Caife inquired, turning to see the local wild life instead. “Aw, fucking hell, Wolves? Really?” and ran.
‘What the hell’ Caife thought running through twisted pines and stunted evergreens, ‘why haven’t they got me yet?’ and stumbled. “FUCK!!” echoed through the trees as Caife careened into the dirt.
‘I’m dead’ kept on repeating in his head, until a damp breath crossed his neck and a wet eel dug into his ear “EARGHH” exclaimed Caife recoiling at the alien actions.
“Oi! Enough ye wee pups” growled an old wheezy voice, “let ’im up”, Caife rolled and sat up wiping saliva from his face. “Well your dogs gave me a scare there, I got to thinking they were wolves,” Caife explained “Thank you for preventing my being licked to death.”
“Not a problem Lad, But these here are wolves, Just tame is all. Names O’Rily, Ven O’Rily.” Ven said, drawing a pipe and tobacco from his satchel. “Now boyo, what cause was there for destroyin’ my sign out by the road? Sure it took me a short time to make, but ye’ve gone and incinerated it. Why funnel ya pyromancy into destroying that bit of scary timber?”
Caife gaped and looked down at his hands, “Wait that actually happened? Im sorry, I had thought my mother had drugged me and had me taken away, but incinerated? I’ve no idea how I did that, I’m not magic...”
Ven tossed Caife a fur roll, “Ya left that behind running from me boys, Ye say ya not magic. But that’s a magicians kit.”
Caife untied the roll and its contents fell to the ground. “Ven was it? well besides that knife in there, none of this I recognize.” Caife sighed, “Am I even in Canaan?”. “Canaan? Nay, and ye must’ve taken quite a blow to the head, no such a thing as Canaan, ‘Sides fairytales anyway” Ven answered “Ye found yaself in Midina, in the Neutral District in fact, I’m sure any further north an the fieldsmen there would’ve killed ya on sight and taken that bundle to sell, now I’m headin to town in a bit, have to go home and get me cart, you wait here and I’ll bring you along, Me thinks someone there will recognize ye.”
“Sure thing, I haven’t the slightest thing to do anyway if what you say is true.” Caife replied and gathered the fallen equipment.

Several silent hours later Ven spoke up, “just a wee bit before we hit town, now I must tell ya, this area don’t take kindly to strangers, not that they’ll go outta their way to kill ya, but they’d sooner start up a conversation wit the wall, any notion of trouble and the guards will bundle ya up faster then you can blink. Leave your bundle in my cart, it’ll be safe enough but take your knife and your cloak. I aint sure about whether you’d get some grub at the pub or not, but I won’t be far from the cart at any rate.” and handed Caife a fistful of strange coin.
“Erm, Thanks Ven, but are you sure I couldn’t tag along with you? I could help with the loading and such.” Caife asked. “No I’ve got an agreement already in place, all the shops have their errand boys load the odds and sods. No, it’ll be easier if you’re out and about, someone might see ya and recognize ya, may get you home sooner and all” Ven finished as the cart wheeled through the town gates.
“Found someone didja Ven?” Inquired a guard as the cart passed. “Aye, B’y seemed to have an amnesiac episode” Ven answered. “But I didn’t hit my head” Caife rapidly whispered. “Ye’ B’y but folks round these parts will take better to a boy who can’t remember where he’s from, not one claimin' to be from dead legends, me, anythings possible wit magic an all” Ven explained “Here we are, remember Caife, keep your head down, not too many folks here take well to pyromantics, with the war just finished, everyone has still got their grudges. The pub be down a little that way, I’ll be finished up here an come getcha so don’t wander too far.”
Caife whirled the fur cloak around his head and let it fall around his shoulders, and hopped off the cart to the street below.
Looking down the cobbled street, the telltale sign of a market bustling with commoners and traders, complete with food odors and barking, bartering voices was reminder enough of Caife’s small village. Of course he, himself had heard traveling merchants remark that almost all towns looked alike, he just wasn’t ready for it.
Caife nodded to Ven, strapped his knife across his lower back and set of up the road towards the building spewing drunks and loud raucous laughter.
“Now I haven’t seen you before,” stated the barmaid setting a mug of steaming liquid and a plate of cold cuts, bread and cheese in front of Caife, and held her hand out, evidently for payment. “Im new in these parts, I think, I just arrived actually, with Ven. Erm, Would you help me? I hit my head yesterday, and can’t remember.. which of these would do for payment?” Caife asked, adopting an embarrassed demeanor, putting the coins on the table.
“Not to worry Hun, it’ll be just these two coins” as she maneuvered a duo of brass coins off the table, “Thank you” Caife replied, sweeping the left over coins into his pouch and tucking into his meal. “I’ll be by shortly to see if you’d want a refill of brew.” finished the maid, “I don’t drink alcohol miss,” Caife said moving the mug away from himself. “Not to worry, I could tell by the look of you, so I had brought coffee instead of mead.” Winked the maid, turned into the churning lunch crowd and disappearing. Caife ate fast, realizing a hole in his stomach with a need to be filled, and left the establishment once he was finished.
“Oi, where do you think you’re goin?” Growled a dishevelled man outside. Caife glanced around quickly. “ Yeah you, you stunned cunt, I be asking you a question.” the deviant standing behind Caife slurred as he reached out to grab Caife. “That’s a mighty fine cloak. Give it here and I’ll leave your legs unbroken.” the ruffian finished, grabbing and pulling Caife towards him. “Another reminder of my town.” Caife muttered, in-stepping and bowing at the same time, turning the drunk’s center of gravity onto his back, and then straightening upright, dumping the man a few feet in front of him.
“Fuckin’ Cunt!” the drunkard yelled writhing on the ground, trying to put his feet underneath him. “Hold up now Thomas” a nearby bystander retorted, “you’ve gone and tried to rob this fine fellow, and he’s been kind enough not to bloody you, best leave him be before he does.” Thomas blinked heavily, clearly debating whether or not to continue his attempts.
Caife simply moved on, down the road back to Ven’s Cart.
“You’re back, Good! Won’t Be long now, just waitin’ on my ingots then I’ll be off, now, ya can come wit’ or stay in the inn that’s just ove’ there” Ven said, gesturing towards a richly decorated structure outside the market. “I think I should go with you, if its not much trouble.” Caife responded. “Aye just as well,” Ven concluded, turning and waving at a couple of labourer’s hauling a crate up the thoroughfare. “Mind pointing me in the direction of hunting supplies?” Caife inquired, “Doesn’t make sense for me to intrude into your house and not be useful.”
“Ya’ve certainly hit the ground runnin’ for someone who don’t know where the hell he is.” Grinned Ven, pointing to a rather rundown shop. “Try there, and say I sent ya, should find what you want.”