An idea (Fantasy-Magic)

OK, I have just written a random story and yeah, it's pretty cool. This was inspired by White Knight Chronicles, I think. Anyway, if you have ideas to make this a roleplay, please post them below!

He was walking through a path, with his hands deep in his pockets, deep in thought. He had followed the path for hours, longing for somewhere with civilization. He did not know how he ended up in a forest but there he was; confused, tired and deep in thought. He couldn’t even remember who he was and why he ended up in this predicament. His eyesight was blurred and his surroundings were dark. He was cautious. Suddenly he heard a rustle overlapping the sound of the calm wind blowing the leaves lightly. He distinguished that the sound came from behind and sharply turned to see nothing but trees and bushes. As he turned back around, he was alarmed as he saw a whirlpool like oval hovering above the ground. It looked like a mirror but colours of pink, white and yellow were mixing around the inside. It looked like a cauldron to the boy and the cries of witches were echoing his mind. He turned around sharply again to check if anyone was behind him but once again nothing was there, except for the trees moving like Hawaiian dancers swaying to and fro. The boy looked at the strange mirror like object floating in the air and reached out his hand towards the object. As his hand almost touched the object, he suddenly disappeared; disappeared into nothing.
The snoring of the Old Man next door kept him up. Yulan, a boy raised up in a world called Etenik, was lying down on his floor, looking at the wooden markings on his ceilings. He liked to stare at the strange lines that wood sometimes had. He could distinguish faces on the wood planks sometimes and always made him wonder. He started to feel stuffy in his cotton clothes. It was a warm night and Yulan opened the window to receive fresh air. He felt the breeze touch his face but as that breeze tickled his nose, he could smell the horrid stench of smoke. He stuck out his head and looked out towards the wooden village of Medeiho but before he could find the source of the smoke, a rough voice barked at Yulan from downstairs, “GET OUT OF HERE! TAKE YOUR SISTER! THE REALONS ARE HERE!!! GET OUT OF HERE, MY BOY!!!” It was his father and he ran out of his room. He heard a scream from his sister’s room and saw a knight clothed in black armor pointing a sword towards the 12 year old girl.
“You will give me that necklace, little girl”
She was holding a blue stoned necklace, which was illuminating in the dim, dark room.
Yulan reached out to take her sister’s hand and he kicked the knight in between his legs. His sister hung the necklace around her neck, while she ran along with her brother. They reached outside the house and noticed the houses along their street illuminating in fire. They emitted a strong light and the heat from the fire made his cheeks feel boiling hot. They continued on and heard screams around them. The Black Knight was chasing them and Yulan’s sister screamed as an armored hand grabbed onto hers, pulling her away. Suddenly Yulan’s father intervened and pushed the Black Knight away from her.
“GO…NOW!!!”
Yulan wanted to shake his head, wanting to defend his village but the 14-year-old boy knew that he had to get his sister safe. They wanted her necklace. His mom’s necklace….
A tear went down his face, as the two disappeared in the shadows of the dense succession of trees west of the village.