Alright someone is reading this and I'm just having fun writing so i'm gonna keep uploading chapters. I'm still new at this but i'll try to upload bigger chapters as I get better. Anyway onto Chapter two.
Year 17 of the Mad King Ryan's rule
In a small village in the east of Krios, A young boy toiled in the sun. Michael was 16, the year when a boy became a man, he had been waiting for this year his whole life, the year when he would leave his father's farm and make a life of his own. "Michael," yelled his father from the house. "Come in here a moment." "Yes father."
As he walked into the house, the first thing Michael noticed, was the man. He was dressed in a dark gray robe that hid most of his face in shadows. Michael could see his gray-blue eyes, gleaming from under his hood, belaying an intelligence that Michael had never seen in the people of his village. "Michael, this man is to see about taking you on as his apprentice." Michael was startled, he figured he would have to wait for another several months before his father found a master for him to study under. The man stood up and began to walk around Michael. "Stand still." he commanded. Michael froze as the man looked him up and down mumbling to himself. "Hmm, callused hands, developed muscles, possibly possibly, can you fight Michael?" "Fight?"Michael asked. "Yes boy fight, with a sword can you do it?" Michael had never been trained by anyone, but he could beat any boy in his village with the wooden swords they play fought with. "Yes sir." "Prove it then," said the man, walking out behind the house, motioning for Michael to follow. Michael followed him, still unsure of what the old man was going to try to teach him.
Geoffry walked over to an old leather bag, pulling out a pair of wooden swords, and throwing one to Michael. As he caught it, Michael noticed that this was no glorified stick, it was made of polished hardwood, with a leather-wrapped handle, and perfect balance. "Well boy, hit me." Michael couldn't believe his luck, the man was just standing there, with his sword at his side. "Alright then your death-wish." He mumbled to himself. Michael charged at the man already swinging with his full strength, intending to knock that smug grin off the mans face. The next thing Michael knew, he was on the ground with the mans sword-point at his throat. He had moved so fast, Michael had hardly been able to follow him before the blow came. "Next time don't give in to overconfidence, try again."
AAAAND thats the end of this chapter (I know you hate me ;P) Alright I cut this one shorter than i planned but thats the price of writers block, any reviews are appreciated and feedback is VERY appreciated, if readers keep liking this i'll post more and longer chapters.