Son Goar was just 13. He was short, he looked like a 8 year old. His hair was huge spikes of black hair. He constantly wearied normal clothes, but today a martial arts outfit, with the kanji son on his back. His dad told him today was a special day. Today he was going to train... Real training. The past stuff was nothing. He sat impatiently on a rock near the house. It was quite small, with one door on the front, 4 windows, and most of all... One kitchen! To think, he had to be careful to eat when his mom wasn't watching. He made sure she wasn't even close and yet she could always find him. ~