“Hm...then listen well...”
Tobias closed his eyes, recounting his early days. His mind brought him to a desert city, a young Tobias holding the hand of a older and masculine figure.
“I was Born into the world, curious and full of life. My father was a man of many talent, so he claimed. One day he was a used car salesman, the next he was a real estate developer, and so on. He would go From get rich quick scheme after another, but that’s how he provided for us two. But one day, he decided he was going to be a rare artifact collector, and flew us to Egypt, where he would await a buyer...now doubt to fool them into thinking they were buying a expensive relic. That’s when things went sour...”
*SHOT!*
a bullet rang out, Tobias’s father falling to the ground, his briefcase spilling out his counterfeit merchandise. Young Tobias rushes up to the mortally wounded man, crying and desperately attempting to get him to move, but to no avail.
“His deeds caught up to him, and his client double crossed him for the final time. This left me, only five years of age, to survive in Egypt all on my own. Having no idea what to do, I went to the alleyways and secluded areas where the criminals of the city wouldn’t find me...and that’s when I found them.”
***
“What’s your name kid?” A youthful voice asked.
“Yeah! You seem kinda pale!” Another kid voice teased.
“Uhm...Tobias...I-“
“That’s a weird name, glad to meetcha! We’re the alleyway kids!”
***
“These children were Orphans, the homeless, and those that fell into unfortunate circumstances.” Tobias explained. “It was a strike of luck I found anyone like me...I felt as though I had a glimmer of a home, a place to belong. Need I forget there was a reason they were so poor...”
***
“Ack!”
Tobias was thrown to the ground, a bunch of adult street thugs shaking down the other kids, coins and bits of candy falling to the ground.
“Alright losers! Where’s the money? We know you took some from our boss today!”
“W-W-We didn’t...I swear!”
Tobias vision was Instantly turned black when he received a gut punch from the beefiest of these men, young Tobias coughing up a mix of Stomach acid and blood.
***
“Crime was abundant. We were targets. Was it fair? No. But that’s how the world works. I learned from an early age that the world will never change unless you do something about it. Having a new resolve, I decided we needed to learn how to fend for ourselves, so I decided to sneak into library’s and read military strategy books, economics, things that would tell us how to survive better and what to do when cornered...it took a while to be used to effectiveness, but eventually, we started to reasonably fight back.”
***
“Gah! What the-“
A thug was hit by a brick aside of his head. Looking for the attacker, atop of a gate were five kids, one of which with a orange scarf wrapped around their face. The other kids had bricks in their hands whilst the one in the middle had a sharpened Goat Femur strapped to their wrist.
“Give us all your belongings...now.”
***
“Suddenly, we were turning things around. We began to make a profit based on defending the weak and the needy, and we used these profits to Eat, dress less disheveled, and further their education the right way. I, now the eldest kid, took it upon myself to educate them, taking them to museums, libraries, and personally tutoring them. I enthralled them with my tales of ancient Egypt and the past, almost as if it were a fantasy they could never grasp...”
“So I continued, years passing. I resolved myself on finding home for these children. One by by one I found them homes, careers, futures, I couldn’t let one be left in the dust. And I did so...the only one that remained was myself. I had protected them from the dangers of the world, I HAD to, because no one else would. If I failed in protecting what I held dear, then they wouldn’t be where they are today.”
Tobias held his scarf tightly in the grip of his right hand, opening his eyes. He turned back to Jira, who was hearing this story.
“...And that’s why I made an oath. Always protect those who deserve protection, and never find myself in a position where I cannot defend them.”