The sun was beating hard on the old wagon as it was traveling through the entrance of a city's outer walls. Entering the city. It was bursting with many people, civilians and adventurers alike.
The driver, an old man in his 50s with farmer's clothing, had his horse stop in the middle of a crossroad with lots of people moving through it. Sweating, the old driver took off his straw hat and began to wipe the sweat off his forehead. "Good God! This cursive sun is completely unbearable!" the old driver exclaimed angrily, and began to shake his fist at the bright star above. As if in agreement, his horse bobbed its head up and down. "Haha! Good girl!" The farmer stated, patting his horse on its neck. Feeling a bit relaxed, after his little fit of anger. Better tell our passenger, we've arrived.
The old driver turned his head around to face the teenage boy who was currently asleep, slouched on the side of the wagon. Slightly being in the shade of the wagon's canopy, the old driver was able to make out slightly what the boy was wearing. The teen wore a blue-gray tunic with slightly bright crimson steam piping, with black boots and gloves. Oddly enough, the farmer noticed the odd helmet the young man was wearing. It reminded him of what knights would wear into battle. Even though it bore resemblance, it wasn't exactly the same. Nevertheless, the teen's helmet shields his eyes from the rays of the bright sun as he slept.
" !...Hey Kid!" The old driver said, loud enough to wake the teen from his slumber.
Already? The teen thought, lifting his steel plate helmet to see if they had actually arrived at their destination. Noticing the rays from the sun stepping through the wagon canopy, he sadly yawn. "Well, that was pretty quick," he said as he began to stand upright, stretching his arms. Slightly tired, "You can stop here, I can walk the rest," the teen asked, as he slugged on his backpack and grabbed his rifle.
The wagon came to a slow halt, near a crossing with a food market across from it. "Alright kid, that will be-" the old driver was cut off, as the teen tossed him two gold coins with an eagle on them.
"I appreciate it, have a good one sir!" The teen exclaimed as he hopped out of the old wagon, rifle in his right hand and his backpack strapped on. Turning his head to face the old driver. It looked like the farmer was about to object to how he pretty much overpaid him for a small ride.
"Young man! This is far too much for a simple ride! Don't you think-" the old driver began but yet again was cut off.
"Don't worry about it." The teen assured the old driver. Patting to a small ammo pack, connected to his leather belt. "I have more where that came from. No worries!" The teen assured, his hands a little outward to add an extra level of assurance.
After a few seconds of thinking it over, the old driver gave a smile and tipped his hat. Urging his horse to trudge forward. The teen followed the old wagon with his eyes, as it slowly moved out of sight.
Still exhausted, he sighed. "Welp, time to follow through and do things on my own". He told himself. Making his way through the food market stands on his right and left sides, a bit crowded with people. Luckily, he found a few spots in the market where it was less crowded and began to resupply himself with foodstuffs and potions. Afterward, the teen decided to look around the pretty big, town-like city. Walking for a bit to at least see if he was going to the correct place. While doing so, he noticed some of the residents nearby, looking at him with confusion and suspension.
"How's he going to fight dressed like that? He looks he doesn't have any armor.."
"He doesn't really look like an adventure? Looks like a foreigner."
"Might be another greenhorn, wouldn't doubt it."
The teen, biting his tongue, continued to walk in straight marching-like order. Damn this is unnerving! Do they not see my rifle!? The teen thought with anxiety, as he stretches out his tunic collar slightly. Trying to let in some air to calm him down. However, since the sun was still out and beating down on his dark shades of blue-gray uniform, it did very little. "Mi gott! This is ridiculous! First I get made fun of. Now the sun feels like it's scorching me!...I'm starting to miss home already." He said quietly to himself, as he took off his helmet and began to wipe a little sweat off.
TimeSkip~
He stopped at another crossroad with a crowd of people around him and started to look at the different shops in his area. Scratching the back of his head, he started to wonder if he was near his destination. It had been already an hour of looking, but sadly, no luck. The teen dropped his head in defeat. "I'm so lost! It has to be here somewhere!" The teen said, loud enough for the people around to look at him as if he had lost a screw in his head. Realizing his little outburst, the teen put back his helmet on his head and redid his chin strap. Damn it, don't draw more attention to yourself again! You already have enough anxiety as it is!
"Excuse me?" a voice called in a low, polite matter from behind him.
Just think this through and look around.
"Umm...e-excuse me..?" the voice continued, a little higher than before.
Try asking someone for help! That usually works someti-
"Excuse me!" The voice shouted, loud enough to cut off the teen's thoughts and stagger back a little in surprise.
"Scheiße!" The teen exclaimed as he faced the person who had surprised him. Slightly unsheathing his sword, attached to his belt, in a defensive stance.
"I-I'm sorry! I'm Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! Y-you just couldn't hear me!" The person, who was actually a girl, assured with her hands slightly up in defense.
Still shocked, the teen calmed down a bit and unsheathed his sword back into its belt case. Standing up straight again, "Please try to not do that again, please. I hate when my guard is down and that happens." The teen said in a more positive, polite matter while also scratching the back of his helmet in embarrassment. Looking at the girl, he noticed she was younger than he is. She has blue eyes and long blond hair, with white and blue robes, along with a white beret. In her hands, she carried a gold staff, reminding him of what some mages he knew back home carried. Wow..she looks….breathtaking, the teen thought before hitting the back of his helmet in annoyance.
Nice, you lost your cool over a small girl that caught you with your pants down! He thought, ashamed of himself. "So.. was there any particular reason for sneaking up on me?" asking, still being slightly flustered.
"Oh! W-Well you looked lost and I was trying to ask if you needed any help!" the girl in white exclaimed.
Perfect! The teen smiled in relief, "Yea I actually just got here and I'm trying to find a place called.." his voice trailed. Putting his hand under his chin to try and remember what he was looking for. After a few seconds, he snapped his fingers with a small smile on his face. He then began to dig in his pocket in a hurry. Finally, he brought out a small folded paper that looked as if it traveled through blood and dirt, which in the teen's case, was maybe true. Unfolding the paper, it had slight smudges of mud, but still readable, ...sorta.
Should have put in my backpack before I left.. The teen thought, slightly annoyed. Lucky, the place was underlined beforehand and stood out like a tree in the middle of a desert. "..The Guild!" he exclaimed triumphantly.
"Well..in that case, it's actually straight ahead." The girl in white said, pointing straight ahead of them, with a sign confirming so.
"..." Are you kidding me? Really? The teen put his black, gloved hand over his face in embarrassment. I'm blind as a bat
The girl in white made a small laugh before she continued the conversation if you could even call it that. "I'm actually heading there right now to apply to be an adventurer..umm.." she trailed off a bit "...since we're both new here..would you like to come with m-me?" she asked, feeling a little embarrassed.
Snapping away from his moment of self-pity, the teen's cheeks turned a little red before responding. "S-sure! I appreciate it very much, miss..?" He gestured.
"Priestess," the girl in white said with a bright smile on her face, and offering her hand up to the teen.
Returning the smile, the teen started to shake her hand. "StossTruppen," he said, with a small tip of his helmet.
Note: Glad you finished reading my first story. I've been trying to get the layout of making stories and whatnot, but it shouldn't be too bad. Anyways, thanks again for reading, the next part will be coming up soon. Favorite and follow for updates. Comments on the story and anything else I'm not experiencing are welcomed! Have a good one guys!
