This is my first Fan fiction so please be nice and also I would appreciate helpful critiques and thoughts on what I should add.
~Chapter One~ ~Old Friends and Loud Getaways~
~Recommended Misc. - Skyrim Soundtrack Tavern 4
My deer hide hood stayed up and shadowed my face, I held a silver tankard loosely with only three fingers of my right hand. My elbows rested on my knees and the firelight gave my whole body a slight yellow glow. No drink was in my glass and my heart stopping gold eyes glared at the firewood as it burned and sparked up every 46 seconds. My, now blackened, brown leather boots seemed already worn away, I guess that's karma for stealing. To my right the sound of muffled voices and laughter rang around the square fire pit. I raised my eyes to see the wooden benches for two filled with three. How annoying, even in a tavern in the middle of who knows where is filled, can't a young man get some peace once and awhile, and I thought the blabbering ladies were enough. I slowly brought my left hand up and massaged the bridge of my nose. I was dizzy and tired. My black and brown hair fell over my brow and tickled my neck at the black. Dragging my fingers over my left cheek I felt the scared and burned skin over my eye and partially over my forehead, such a drag to have to wear a hood because of one burn, what matters how big it was. Suddenly the bang of the taverns huge wooden carved doors sounded and the whole tavern got deadly silent. I pulled my hood further covering my face and turned away as if interested in the large wooden column to my right. It took a second for the cold snowy mountain air to hit my back and cause those inevitable shivers. Clomping iron boots seemed to shake the old plank flooring, which was cracked and broken in some corners. I could almost taste the snow that was tracked inside. Turning around and showing my face would mean certain extermination, I knew too well how to betray someone without a care, but now it comes to bight me back. The six men in iron boots without a doubt would order Alto Wine and a slice of goat cheese, and maybe flirt with the waitress, even if she was the most ugly fat pig you've ever seen. Anything for a good time and maybe a free bed for the night, what slobs our homeland has become. No one had to steal for a mere loaf of crumpling bread, or even a piece. To think that this land thrived on its trade systems and ancient lore and rich history, I might as well be a crazy for thinking it. I vividly remember the freedom I felt of being able to walk the stone streets and casually strike up conversations with the townsfolk and children. Or running around corners and over bridges trying to catch a pretty girl for a kiss or two. Greeting the old woman who sat on an oak wood bench with no back in front of her stone house with the roped straw roof and moss covered window shutters. She would tell you within five feet of her house that she would tell your fortune for a small favor. I being young and naïve would take on the task time after time, and it was always the same one. Going to the center of town where a circle of stone with four short stone bridges was surrounded by rock filled streams, and stand there for five minutes and wait for a horse to walk through and then bring the horse to her and she would gladly tell your fortune. By the way, horses are not allowed in city walls, although me being moronic as I am waited for hours and hours until I died of boredom. It was only until the third day of this sluggish routine till I got the idea of bringing a horse to her house and saying it was from the square. But when I told her, very persuasive, that I'd found her horse, she'd laugh the driest laugh and tell me that no horses were allowed in city walls and I was an idiot. I never tried getting my fortune again and I bet that old women couldn't have told it if she tried. Oh how I wish I could go back to those wondrous carefree times, I didn't have to worry about stealing for livelihood or hiding from my past. As my memories flooded my mind, I had failed to realize that the person next to me was shoving my shoulder for about the hundredth time. I snapped up and looked at the warrior in a horned helmet sitting next to me. The blue eyes and long dirty blonde hair was oily and hanging around his shoulders. It was a disgusting sight, but then I realized his look. He had his eyebrows curved down in concern and was shaking my shoulder. Now fully aware of my surroundings, almost jumped out of my seat and probably would've fallen back into the fire and ect. You can imagine what would've happened, the old domino effect haha. But no I sat and my eyes grew wide as if I saw my own ghost. My best friend, who I haven't seen since I was seven and that was ten years ago, had been hiding in the same place at the same time and sitting right next to me, and I didn't notice. Man is that embarrassing. He kept whispering my name and began to scoot off the bench and tugging me while doing so.
"Zuko, now would be a great time for a reunion, but how about we get out of a den of bounty hunters when you are the bounty, eh? " he said in a rough hushed whisper.
I stayed silent and tilted my head in confusion then looked around and flinched.
"Ye..Yeah how about that, what a concept." I laughed nervously.
"Ya think ya old bugger, lets go... like now!" He whispered more urgently.
"No!" I harshly whispered back
"What! You wanna stay here and wait to be be-headed by these rotten bandits, not to mention those six soldiers in the corner." He grumbled sarcastically as he could, and then tugged me again.
"No! I mean lets head down the basement and go out the back door then walk around and find the nearest inn, I'd be nuts if I wanted to stay here are you blind!" I whispered as madly as I could. Then I got up slowly pretending to be drunk the made my way slowly to the basement stairs dangerously close to the six soldiers in iron boots. I hoped that Renor would catch on, because the instant I took the last step to the basement floor I booked it to the door not caring what I knocked over. And from the clanging and clashing I heard behind me as I leapt out of the door, I knew Renor got the message. Run for it and hope to the god that you make it away alive. I take this quite seriously, I think I about ran myself into the ground and collapsed by a tree huffing and heaving for breath when I saw Renor trudging up the snowy hill. How far had I run? The tavern was a speck on the now rising sun and I laughed my ass off and my stomach hurt like hell, but who cares it felt like the old days and I was hysterical.
"Zuko, FUCK YOU! You're my best bud….and you can obviously make….a great…..get away considering I just ran about a mile and that DOESN'T INCLUDE FREEZING MY ASS OFF IN THE DAMN SNOW COVERED MOUNTAINS!" Renor was pissed but soon sat down and started laughing too.