{The 120,222nd Year}
The deafening sound of thunder booms over a small mountain village, dark clouds cover the land with short burst of lighting is seen ripping through the air and the rush of the heavy downpour washes away the remain of the once dirt filled paths.
A young boy around the age of eleven could be seen laying rush back home in the depths of the forests found behind the village, his breath ragged and heavy, his wet black hair is stuck to his face.
God damnit, godamnit, Longwei swears as he runs down the only visible path, Why does it have to rain now, he thinks to himself.
He starts to see the outline of small hut, his home and he come out of the forest. He makes a beeline for the hut stumbling and slippling a few things on the wet surface. He opens the wooden door to instantly be hit with the loving warmth of his home. It may not be an extravagant castle but its still better than living in the streets. He stumbles into his room, dizzy and tired he falls onto his futon into a deep sleep.