The One called 'Boy'
Chapter One
In a far off land, in a far off time, there lived a mighty king, and this mighty king took very loving care of his vast kingdom's people. The king's handsome and powerful knights guarded all the villages well, and had never a thought to hurt an innocent soul. The villagers greatly enjoyed these guardians' protection and company, and even took a few of these knights into their household for food and a bed.
So, in a small village called Llangwynedd, just north of Artos, there were about a dozen, or maybe two dozen royal knights stationed. Some knights constructed their own housing while the others were taken in by kindhearted villagers, like in other villages. So altogether, the population of Llangwynedd was 257. All knew all. Everyone of the children played with one another and most adults got along with each other, creating a very peaceful atmoshpere.
Out of the one or two dozen knights stationed in Llangwynedd, there was one that went by the name of Sir Roronoa. He was not the type of man to accept help from others, and decided that he, along with his comrade, would construct their own 'home-base' for themselves. After all, it was only right for the two leaders of these knights to have their own housing. Now, several children of the village would stop by the two knights each day as they worked on their house. The children would play and talk to them, but Sir Roronoa wasn't all too good with the young ones, and only managed to scare them. Meanwhile, his comrade, who is called Sir Portgas, would gladly and happily converse, and even play, with these children. Roronoa simply ignored him, and continued building and furnishing their future living space.
But one day, a peculiar older boy came along with the other children, bringing with him a simple cloth sack filled with bread and apples. Sir Portgas took yet another moment from his building to greet the children; and the boy.
"I have brought bread and apples for you and your partner, great protector; you may take them if you wish," the boy offered, holding out the bag. Sir Portgas blinked and looked down at the bag. His stomach decided to break the silence with a low rumble, earning a slight giggle from the boy. The young knight smiled sheepishly and quickly locked arms with the boy, walking towards the semi-finished shelter.
"Shant we share?" Portgas asked with a friendly grin. The boy's eyes widened a bit from not only the man's kindness, but also from the sudden physical contact. His mind caught up with what had happened and he then smiled back. He didn't think he was deserving of such fine treatment, but wouldn't deny a bit of food to fill his stomach.
Sir Roronoa noticed his companion's voice, and momentarily paused from table-building to observe Sir Portgas and the boy. This young male had a rather childish, yet.. mature air about him. However, Sir Roronoa shoved his unimportant observations out of his mind and continued constructing the table. Someone had to the work after all.
So Sir Portgas and the boy sat down against the stone wall of the house, and divided the bread and apples into 2 parts. After Sir Portgas bit and chewed a piece of his apple, he crossed his legs and looked at that boy's head of soft hair.
"May I be so honored as to know your name, young sir?" the knight questioned, leaning his elbow down against his knee. The younger of the two swallowed his small piece of bread, and looked at Portgas with a smile.
"I am the honored one, being in your company; so simply call me 'Boy'." The knight frowned but then quickly regained his grin as he ruffled the other's hair.
"As you wish; I shall heed your command, 'Boy'."
~ + I'm writing this story, along with 2 other stories, as the school year goes on; in the margins of my notebook. And I won't be like updating everyday or anything, I'll just update whenever I feel like it (or have time...ehehe). These stories are just kind of random and really have no structure at all. So, if random works for you, good! XD + ~