I learned, by doing the math, with my real age and the year I had came from; that I was born in 1394, exactly what mom had told me during the phone call.It was somewhere that most people wouldn't consider being born in a world that wasn't really home.Most people would say 'what?' at the completely ludicrious mention of it.I was brought into this world in a cave for a lot of reasons that normally would make up five chapters to a history book.

Growing up, however, is a different story.

No, not grown up in the wild.

Shortly after I was born; father reached an agreement with a king named Richard the second something to stay in a secret part of his castle for the time being.The exact details are a little shady since it came from my mom. Until the exact cause of these reasons had ended; we basically had to get under the grid and have a low profile.

"Why should we allow a peasant be in my castle?" King Richard the 2nd asks. "Take them away."

My father, a man at his prime, snatched a sword from one of the knights.

"I'll prove it!" Father said, holding the sword above his right hand. "I will prove to you that I speak in honesty by breaking this sword attempting to cut my hand off."

King Richard had a snort.

"You'll willing to cut your hand off." King Richard said, tapping on his chin. "I don't know how you intend to get work for your poor family."

Father turned brown, rocky, and sculptured like. He struck the sword on his wrist. The sword broke in half into two pieces. Father dropped the sword so it landed on the clean--almost clean for that matter- red carpet with yellow streaks on both sides.As a baby, I was crying in my mother's arms, probably awakened by the sudden break.Father turned back into his human form looking awfully determined to get his way.

Mother, on the other hand, calmed me down by gently moving her arms similar to a boat on water.

"What is your name?" King Richard asks. "And the realm of which you hail."

"I am Costner Rockison of Boulderheim, son of Rock Puileson and Jen Foridottir, a Rock Giant." Father introduced himself. "And this is my wife, Sherrine of Boulderheim, daughter of Fort Tarnison and Tabith Tarkidottir." Lewis is standing by mother. "This, young boy, is Lewis Costnerson."

Lewis was just a young boy, not a man yet, as Rock Giants age slow.

"What about the baby?" King Richard asks.

"Emily Costneridottir." Father said.

"And where do they hail?" King Richard asks.

"This realm, my Majesty." Father said. "We've been here long before you were born."

"The realm you hail..." King Richard said. "Is it still open for conquering?"

"It ceases to exist." Father said. "We are the only survivors."

"A realm that ceases to exist." King Richard said. "Puzzling."

"A great king promised to save it." Father said. "And he fell through."

"When was this Emily born?" King Richard asks.

"A day ago." Mother said.

"In the bitter cold of September 30th, 1394, you brought a child into this realm?" King Richard asks.

Mother and Father nodded.

"We did not have a safe place to go." Mother said, in a soft and low voice. "The cave was our temporary shelter."

"A newborn should not weather the force of nature." King Richard said. "You are welcome to stay, in a part of my castle where not many are allowed to venture." He rubs the arm to his chair. "Tomorrow I will lead a expedition to Ireland to enforce my rule.When I come back; I hope you've made yourself disposed of."

"Thank you,Majesty." Mother said.

"Pardon me, Costner." King Richard said. "But at cost would you protect your family?'

"There is no value on my family." Father said. "Loyalty is not bought; it is earned."

"I have a little problem stirring in my realm." King Richard said. "I would be grateful if you could take care of it."

Father raised a brow and my brother seemed clueless.

"It depends on what kind of problem you're referring to." Father said.

'One that eats cows and animal life." King Richard said. "A life for many, if you get rid of the problem there is a guarantee your secret will be safe."