"Ok boys wake up time to get ready for warrior training!" Nictin
groaned. He had been up all night watching his dad talking to the
barbarians outside. He had seen them yelling at each other. But he didn't
want to talk about it and he got on his small cheap armor. Fydlin was
sleeping at the breakfast table where his dad smacked him over the head.
"Get up lets go." The two tired halflings stumbled over to the warrior
guild. The sun was not even up yet and they had to begin training. The
warrior leader stood bright and cheery. "Well good morning gentlemen and
how are we this fine day?" Nictin rubbed his head and yawned "Tired sir" He
patted Nictin on the back roughly "That's great lets begin" They entered
the building where three other equally tired students stood their training
armor and small swords in hand. The warrior leader walked around examining
the student's top to bottom. "You all have to get rid of that baby fat do
you think Rictin McFiddle and I get around chubby?" "You would be ripped
apart in battle!" Nictin hated how he was always compared to his father
although it only made him train harder. "Ok first up I want Malcolm against
Barxll I want to see the techniques I taught and proper dodging. Come on
you newbies." Nictin hated that word, newbies it was almost a negative way
to say those less trained or new to their profession and it was often used
in an insulting manner. Malcolm was one of Nictin's best friends he was a
frighten young halfling who had a nervous voice. He would often brag about
his skills in training but not be able to back his word up. Malcolm moaned
as he looked to Barxll grinning in anticipation. The two drew wooden swords
and small shields, which were about as usefull as a paper house is to a
hurricane and the two, began to move around in a circular motion. The
warrior leader looked at both of them then slammed his hand loudly on a
symbol. With the sound the match began. As Barxll moved forward Malcolm
moved back and even before they had begun to fight he was already sweating
heavily and making small grunting noises. Barxll swung and the Malcolm's
shield split in two. Malcolm screamed and attempted to dodge across the
other side of the room but on the way Barxll tripped him and he fell to the
floor. "Evade the attack Moobier!" The warrior leader yelled to Malcolm as
Barxll slashed at the ground trying to nail him in the side. Malcolm slid
under Barxll got up on his feet and took a swing. His sword went flying
across the room and was swinging wildly toward Nictin's head it stopped
inches away as Fydlin caught it and he flung it back to Malcolm. Nictin
took a deep breath and continued watching. The two continued to fight.
Malcolm began to swing wildly hoping a mad attack would confuse Barxll but
he simply knocked him over the head with the sword and Malcolm fell to the
floor unconscious. The warrior leader sighed. "Congratulations Barxll take
your seat someone get a cleric in here.
The students sat in small chairs waiting for the cleric and finally a
young high elf woman came in and cast a blue aura on Malcolm. In a matter
of seconds Malcolm rose on his feet rubbing his head he took a seat next to
Nictin. "I think I'm going to be a merchant like my dad." He whispered
crankily. Nictin chuckled. The warrior leader stood from his seat and
looked around. He took a small scroll of paper and looked up "Nictin and
Grenall ye both are next. Nictin turned pale and looked at the muscled,
giant of a halfling known as Grenall. He was as strong as an Ox but as dumb
as one to and Nictin feared how the battle would turn out. The two stood up
and walked to the middle of the room. Then Nictin noticed that his shield
had a large chunk missing in the middle. "Sir my shield is broken." He
began "Improvise, In combat your shield will break and you will have to
think quickly let it begin." And he banged the symbol. Immediately Grenall
rushed toward Nictin screaming. He knocked him to the ground and lifted up
his sword. Nictin did all he could do. He tripped Grenall to the ground.
Then with a small flip he got on his feet and to his horror he realize his
sword had been knocked to the other side of the room. With a dash he ran to
it but Grenall swung toward it and picked it up. Nictin shivered. What am I
going to do now he thought? I have nothing to use against him. Then he
became very frighten as Grenall grinned and walked slowly toward him.
Nictin was trying to think quickly beads of sweat were pouring down his
head and even though this happened in a few seconds he felt like it was
taking hours. It seemed as if to him that the situation was hopeless. He
just curled up and held his head. "Someone help me" he whispered. Then all
of a sudden he heard gasps around him. He looked to the voices filled with
shock and then to the ceiling where Grenall was floating in mid air. "Ahh
someone get me down oh God what's happening" He screamed and everyone
laughed as they saw him panicking. Nictin stood up and lifted his eyebrow
utterly confused. Then almost exactly as he got back on his feet Grenall
fell to the floor in a second. He lay flat on the ground unconscious and
dust piled around him from the impact. The warrior leader walked over and
examined Grenall then looked at Nictin curiously. "Fight over get that
cleric again," He said calmly and they continued there lessons.
When the class was over Nictin was asked to stay behind by the guild
leader and his father was called upon. Nictin walked back into the class
and looked to see the two talking then smiled and asked Nictin to take a
seat. The warrior guild leader crouched by Nictin and studied him from his
face to his hairy feet. "Now master McFiddle during today's class many of
the students found what happen rather amazing. The reason I did not is I
know many spell casters who have the ability to levitate objects even
people for a short time." He stopped and saw that Nictin was nodding. "Now,
I'm not suggesting this but is it possible that you had one of your friends
or someone traveling into Rivervale wait outside the guild room and cast
that spell on your opponent when it was time to fight?" Nictin frowned and
leaned his head "No sir." The warrior leader seemed doubtful but nodded and
went over to his father. "Dismissed Mr. McFiddle." Nictin walked outside
and was soon greeted by his brother "Cheater" smiled Fydlin. Nictin punched
him in the arm "You know I'd never cheat" Fydlin chuckled "Sure" he said
sarcastically. Then Rictin walked out of the warrior guild room and to his
boys. "Fydlin I need to talk with Nictin before we go home." Fydlin smirked
and ran off in the direction of the Fool's Gold.
Nictin walked with his father through the Misty Thicket just outside
Rivervale. "Nictin you know I'm proud of you." Rictin said. Nictin looked
confused. "I would like you no matter what kind of person you where. I
believe you and I don't think you were lying so don't worry." Nictin smiled
"Thanks dad I'm not." Rictin smiled "Good your not doing that sir junk
anymore." Then he looked of into the distant "I'm just trying to tell you
your destiny might not be like mine." Nictin raised an eyebrow and wore a
confused look. "We all have a destiny Nictin, mine was to become a warrior
and to raise you and Fydlin." Then he smiled "Who knows what your destiny
holds." The two turned around and walked on home.