He's walking down the dirt path towards town. He have shaggy black hair, he's fifteen. He has a sword in hand, it looks like he's just been in a battle of sorts. He has a small child in a makeshift child carrier, she has black hair like me. She's unconscious.

"Just a little further Fiora." He says with a twang of fear and worry.
"You'll be fine. Once we get to town, we can buy a remedy of sorts." He says, mostly trying to convince himself more then her, due to the fact she's unconscious.

After what seems like forever they reach the town, he sheaths his sword and staggers into the physician's office.

"Please! She needs help, she's burning up with fever!" He hands the physician a small sack of coins.
"Please, it's all we have."

The physician takes the sack of coins and puts it in his pocket, he then goes to a shelf and takes out a small vile filled with some sort of liquid.

"Here, give this to her and it might help, it's all you can afford." He hands the vile to him.
"A million thanks."

He walks out of the room, out into the street, out of money, and desperate, he goes into an alley with lots of loose straw and names a makeshift bed of sorts.
He carefully lays Fiora down.

"J-Jackson." Her voice is weak.
"Your gonna be alright. Now drink this, it might taste gross but it'll make you feel better. Okay?"

She nods as she sits up slightly, Jackson opens the vile and puts it to her lips, he tips her head back and she drinks it all.

"Good job."

She lays back down.

"Now I'm gonna go find some food, stay here okay?" He says taking his cloak off and putting it on her as a blanket.
"Okay."

He gets up and walks out of the alley.

I know I can't buy anything... So I'll just have to steal. For Fiora!

He thinks to himself as he quickly walks to market, being trained in slight of hand, he slips some rolls. He runs back to the alley.

"I've got some food."

He couches next to Fiora, he sits her up and hands her a roll. It's still warm, fresh from the bakery.
She eagerly start eating it, Jackson eats half of his and puts the rest into his satchel.
After finishing the roll she looks up at Jackson with fear in her eyes.

"we'll make it through this, alright? No mater what, we'll be together, and I'll protect you. Now try and get some sleep."

He says laying down next to her.

"Sweet dreams."

Fiora almost immediately falls asleep.
After a while, Jackson finally falls asleep.
He has a dream;

He's in an important meeting, at a big table. They've been waiting a while, and still no sign of his father. A messenger comes and whisper something in his ear.

"Sir, we've just figured out that he's ran away. The last time anyone saw him was at the great forests edge."

Jackson nods in acknowledgment.

"I figured as much. The real question is why?..."

The messenger walks out of the room, everyone is on edge waiting for him to say something.
He stands up.

"My father has left us, we don't know where he has gone, but we shall have the meeting without him. After we can send search parties."

Suddenly he's in his house. Sitting in the armchair is his mother, crying. Little Fiora next to her, she's squeezing her tight.

"Mother..." He's voice is shaky.
"We need money. Or we'll die of starvation."

She doesn't respond, she's in a trance, unable to escape. Caging herself from the world, it's been like this for days now.

"Mother! Answer me! Please!"

Still nothing... His brother gone, supposed as dead, his father gone abandoning everyone, his mother in this trance. He takes initiative, scared but determined.
He walks out the door.

He wakes with a start. It's still dark, Fiora is sleeping peacefully.
He's stomach growls

*Sigh* I can't keep shoplifting... I'll get caught. I have to get money, but how?...

The next morning

The vial seemed to wear off. Fiora is burning, and yet no sweat, with the little medical training he's had he knows this is a bad sign.
He knows he has to get money, and fast.
Just then he gets an idea.

Mugging?... Maybe. It'll get us money, therefore getting proper medicine...

To be continued...