/Hello! Hyralc here. This IS My first fan fic, so don't expect a prizewinner./

Disclaimer:I don't own anything except 2 names, which are mentioned once

Life of a Mercenary

ACK! WHERE DID YOU COME FROM? Oh, my bad, heh. But seriously where DID you come from, you look sodden with rain-water. Oh, Flyca eh,

well Dyturin 'ere ain't the closest place around. Hey, wanna make a bet? You call it, heads or tails? What for? JUST CALL IT! Mk, you're heads so

I'm tails. Here we go... Bah heads, like I didn't expect that. Why? Well OK if that's your question. Wadda ya mean what do I mean? You won the

bet so have to answer one question of yours. Anyways, so a coupla days ago- Sorry, the name's Joshua and I'm a merc- continuing, so a coupla

days ago met/saw some girl running like her life depended on it (which I found out later that it did) I tried to sweet talk her but she just rushed off

mumbling about needing to deliver her message. Made me feel like a didn't strike me as a postal service worker. Unlucky. I decided

that my pocket was feeling a bit light, so I hit the arena. My first opponent was a pegasus rider with an iron lance, so at a disadvantage- oh? You

don't seem to know just bewildered. That's odd, well never mind me, ya' see the weapons posses a unique hierarchy lances beat swords, swords

beat axes, and yup axes beat lances. Pretty orthodox, you sure you're from this continent. So at a disadvantage that I should retreat, so I ran but

not before the rider inflicted a blow on me. The next was a brigand, axe-an-all, it should have been easy win, he was slow and his procured axe

was unwieldy. But he landed a hit and I decided not to chance it, big as a gambler I am, I DON'T bet my life, so I scurried away! Unlucky. By then I

was outta gold, which was disheartening after so soon, so I left. Apparently when I was gone the situation had intensified, THEN I got chastised

from my superior officer about "always being alert." Bah, malignant pus-filled worm. So after awhile I saw the girl that I met earlier. SHE was the

one I was hired to kill. But before I drew my sword she pleaded that I hear her out. As good natured I am I agreed. She said the emperor of the

country Cradu was changed. I didn't care. Killing a beaut' like her would leave a bad taste in my mouth and I'm not overly hostile even though I AM

a mercenary, so I made her a bet. Same as yous, heads or tails. If she won I'd go with her, but if I won *shing.* Heh, always amusing when

someone winces at something like that. But as always Lady Luck was determined NOT to let me win, so she won and my wayward ways shone

through.. I'm a man of my word so I've followed her and her alliance to here where I met you and lost our bet. Oh, we're moving again, and I'd be

mortified if I was left behind. Bye.

/And there. Done. Some words seem odd , but I had to use them because this was originally for my L.A. teacher and we had to use vocab word and I was too lazy to fix it. Like sodden and orthodox. That is ALSO why I explained the weapons triangle. Flyca and Dyturin are made up, obviously. I really just want 1 review which this is a revision and by now I have already have 1. :) That's it. Review, critique, flame, whatever. Bye, peace./