"Yes, sir!" an apprentice with incredible lungs responded to his mentor's orders. The sound easily traveled through the fabric of a tent containing supplies nearby. The boy napping on a few crates inside was woken by the sudden noise, fell off, and landed on his stomach.
Slightly annoyed, he picked himself up off the ground, shaking his head to clear his mind. Remembering that he was supposed to be checking the store of swords and lances, he hoped no one had realized he had been sleeping. He dusted himself off absentmindedly.
He was a boy of fifteen with short brown hair, bright brown eyes, a slim build and was wearing a light blue shirt, gray pants, and brown boots. This was under his open, long, white jacket with light blue cuffs and a light blue stripe across the upper torso. The jacket ended at his knees, and was sometimes a bit of an inconvenience, but he had worn it for a while now and it felt odd without the weight of it on his shoulders.
"Nick!" A girl burst through the door of the tent. She had straight hair the same color as Nick's that reached to her chest, similar brown eyes, and wore a three quarter sleeved purple shirt, red belt with a small bronze buckle, tan leggings, and brown boots.
Nick jumped a little by her sudden entrance, then calmed down when he realized it was his older sister.
"Yeah, Violet?" he asked, wondering if he had a bed-head that would give him away.
"Sleeping again?"
"Uh… yeah." He answered guiltily.
She let out a sigh and smiled. "Reading those books again?"
"You guessed it." His sentence was followed with a yawn. Recently Nick had begun studying spells from Light tomes. He had found them in the bottom of a crate of worn battle maps, and the commander had allowed him to keep them. The last few nights he had stayed up reading by the candlelight until dawn.
"Well, how's the equipment?" Violet asked. She was supposed to report to a paladin on what weapons they were low on, so that he could know what they needed to buy in the next town.
"Um…" Nick tried to remember to before he had fallen asleep. "We are a little low on iron lances… and when I counted the swords, one was missing. I think someone might have dropped it while we were traveling."
"Alright, I'll go get it. It shouldn't take too long; we didn't travel too far today. I'll be back in a minute."
"Ok. See you then."
"Try not to fall asleep this time!" She yelled behind her as she walked out of the tent.
Nick stretched and turned back to the crates. He closed one that was filled with swords in scabbards and shoved it back. He then pulled out a different one that was much heavier and pried off the top. Looking at the gleaming axes inside, he sighed and sat down to count.
I hope you liked it! Sorry if the first chapter is a little boring, but it will get better. Please review, any suggestions are appreciated!