Well thanks to the one person who reviewed. I know it wasn't much but I just wanted everyone to get a bit of an idea. I don't have the best grammar. I was never really taught it in school. This year I think we'll be looking more at it. lol. Now here is chapter one.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Webi Kreuz.
Chapter 1
Beads of sweat cascaded down my face. Making my ruby hair sticky and unruly. The soft click of my horse's hooves was my only company. I had been traveling since daybreak hoping to reach my destination by night fall. The camp of Relojero was a mercenary camp that paid very well. I had never really had a home or belonged anywhere I was always a rogue traveling from one city to the next. My mother had been a horror. I grew up in an orphanage and hoped to die in the army. The best place to make my wishes come true is the camp of Relojero. The camp had been known for harsh training in all fields of weaponry.
The ride was tiring from the scorching sun and there were few trees that could provide protection. I looked around knowing I was getting close for the smell of meat was growing strong. I could hear my stomach growl in anticipation for I hadn't eaten since first light. The edge of the camp was just in the line of site. It had large iron gates jutting forth from the ground and thick stone walls on either side. Its sheer size would make anyone stop in there tracks and turn in the other direction. Smoke billowed over the sold stone walls making the camp seem uninviting. I smiled to myself and new this place would be perfect. I drew my horse to a halt in front of the immense gates and was greeted by a thick strong voice from above.
"What are you doing here young man," came a deep voice.
I craned my head up towards the top of the large wall. I could just make out the figure of a young man maybe in his mid twenties. Even from the ground I could tell that the man was very good looking he had dark raven hair and a strong build. He glared at me starting to grow impatient for not answering his question.
"My name is Aya and I wish to become a mercenary," I replied as loudly as I could.
The young man nodded then signalled with his hands for the gates to be opened. The gates were pulled back and opened just wide enough for my horse and I to get through. I guided my horse through the great gates and brought him to a halt once I was inside. The keep was very large and held about 500 tents and about a 1, 000 men were milling around. In the centre of the keep stood a large fortress where the men of greater stature were held. I jumped down from my horse and a young boy about the age of 15 came to greet me.
"Hello." "My name is Nagi," replied the small young boy. "I will be taking your horse for you and I am sure that a guide will be here shortly."
He took the reins from my grasp and guided my horse to the barn. The barn was on the right side of the keep with many horses tacked to a hitching post out in front. Many others were relaxing in the arena that was set up for them. My attention was soon drawn from the huge barn when I noticed a man approaching me. He probably had seen many winters for his hair was snow white and his skin was weather beaten with many creases. He had a soft smile on his old fine lips.
"What is your name young man?" he asked with a soft voice that was almost a whisper.
"My name is Aya," I replied. "I wish to come and sign up to work for this camp."
The elder man nodded his head and gestured for me to follow him into the fortress.
As we walked through the corridors of the fortress I could tell that the keep was very beautifully designed. Rich silk and gold tapestries hung from the immense walls. As we drew towards the room of the noble that owned the keep the hallways got more extravagant. Soon the older man stopped at the thick double doors and knocked on the large solid oak. The door was opened by two guards in dark navy uniforms. They had serious faces that looked at me in displeasure. I just gave them an icy cold stare in return. The room was amazing once in side lushes red wine carpets covered the floor. The strong smell of incense filled the grand room. A single table lay in the middle of the room with a man seated on a grand large chair made of white marble. The man looked like he was in his later thirties. He was dressed in a fancy emerald velvet pants and a simple breezy pale top.
"How can I help you Louis?" asked the man at the table.
"I have found us a new recruit," replied Louis and pointed an old bony finger towards me.
The man that stood near the table stood from his current position and strolled towards me, carefully looking me up and down. He did a full circle around me.
"Well he looks like he is in good shape and he looks like a serious man. I think he shall do just fine." With one last look at the young man he turned to his back to the table in front of him.
"Now where to put you? Ah I know. Please guide our new recruit to the tents near the west wall. He shall stay in tent 93 with the other three new recruits we recently got."
Louis bowed to the noble man. With a flick of his wrist he indicated that we could take our leave. Louis stood once again and signalled for me to follow him but before we could leave the room the man at the table turned to use and spoke quickly.
"Louis make sure to bring our friend back after dinner tonight and we shall get all his papers taken care of."
"Yes sire," replied the elderly man.
With that said Louis and I left the room to return to the beautiful hallways of the fortress. I was kind of looking forward to see who I would be placed with, even though I hated to talk with people. Ever since my sister died when I was ten I always really kept to myself for I blamed her for my death. Well she wasn't really my sister for we had met in the orphanage but we had become like a brother and sister to each other.
As we left the fortress and went into the warm air I knew we would have to unpack quickly for dinner was going to be starting soon. Louis and I picked our way through many different camp sites most of the men were in there late twenties and early thirties but there was the occasional teen or elder man. Finally the young man came to a halt in front of a fairly large tent with white cloth. There was a simple fire pit and three young men were placed around the pit talking with one another. They stopped chatting when they had noticed us. The eldest looking stood and drew his hand to his head in a salute to Louis.
"How can we help you this fine evening sir," asked the young man.
"You have a new solider that shall be joining you," he replied. Louis stepped out of the way presenting me to the three men who looked at me with curiosity.
"I want you to treat this man with respect and I leave him in your aid Youji for you are the one with the most experience of the keep."
Youji nodded his head in return.
With that said and done the elder man turned to me and notified me to make sure I was ready to go see the council. With a quick turn he went on his way.
I turned back to the three new soldiers. There friendly smiles had disappeared and now all that was left was anger.
"I promise you won't last a week here," replied the solider named Youji. "You can be sure of that."
Well that is it for now I would like to know what you guys think so far. I would also like to know where u would like me to head with this story. I am still a little unsure. Oh and the camp that I named Relojero is actually a watch maker in Spanish I just liked the sound of the word. lol. And if you are wondering a mercenary is. It is a solider that gets paid with money and land.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Webi Kreuz.
Chapter 1
Beads of sweat cascaded down my face. Making my ruby hair sticky and unruly. The soft click of my horse's hooves was my only company. I had been traveling since daybreak hoping to reach my destination by night fall. The camp of Relojero was a mercenary camp that paid very well. I had never really had a home or belonged anywhere I was always a rogue traveling from one city to the next. My mother had been a horror. I grew up in an orphanage and hoped to die in the army. The best place to make my wishes come true is the camp of Relojero. The camp had been known for harsh training in all fields of weaponry.
The ride was tiring from the scorching sun and there were few trees that could provide protection. I looked around knowing I was getting close for the smell of meat was growing strong. I could hear my stomach growl in anticipation for I hadn't eaten since first light. The edge of the camp was just in the line of site. It had large iron gates jutting forth from the ground and thick stone walls on either side. Its sheer size would make anyone stop in there tracks and turn in the other direction. Smoke billowed over the sold stone walls making the camp seem uninviting. I smiled to myself and new this place would be perfect. I drew my horse to a halt in front of the immense gates and was greeted by a thick strong voice from above.
"What are you doing here young man," came a deep voice.
I craned my head up towards the top of the large wall. I could just make out the figure of a young man maybe in his mid twenties. Even from the ground I could tell that the man was very good looking he had dark raven hair and a strong build. He glared at me starting to grow impatient for not answering his question.
"My name is Aya and I wish to become a mercenary," I replied as loudly as I could.
The young man nodded then signalled with his hands for the gates to be opened. The gates were pulled back and opened just wide enough for my horse and I to get through. I guided my horse through the great gates and brought him to a halt once I was inside. The keep was very large and held about 500 tents and about a 1, 000 men were milling around. In the centre of the keep stood a large fortress where the men of greater stature were held. I jumped down from my horse and a young boy about the age of 15 came to greet me.
"Hello." "My name is Nagi," replied the small young boy. "I will be taking your horse for you and I am sure that a guide will be here shortly."
He took the reins from my grasp and guided my horse to the barn. The barn was on the right side of the keep with many horses tacked to a hitching post out in front. Many others were relaxing in the arena that was set up for them. My attention was soon drawn from the huge barn when I noticed a man approaching me. He probably had seen many winters for his hair was snow white and his skin was weather beaten with many creases. He had a soft smile on his old fine lips.
"What is your name young man?" he asked with a soft voice that was almost a whisper.
"My name is Aya," I replied. "I wish to come and sign up to work for this camp."
The elder man nodded his head and gestured for me to follow him into the fortress.
As we walked through the corridors of the fortress I could tell that the keep was very beautifully designed. Rich silk and gold tapestries hung from the immense walls. As we drew towards the room of the noble that owned the keep the hallways got more extravagant. Soon the older man stopped at the thick double doors and knocked on the large solid oak. The door was opened by two guards in dark navy uniforms. They had serious faces that looked at me in displeasure. I just gave them an icy cold stare in return. The room was amazing once in side lushes red wine carpets covered the floor. The strong smell of incense filled the grand room. A single table lay in the middle of the room with a man seated on a grand large chair made of white marble. The man looked like he was in his later thirties. He was dressed in a fancy emerald velvet pants and a simple breezy pale top.
"How can I help you Louis?" asked the man at the table.
"I have found us a new recruit," replied Louis and pointed an old bony finger towards me.
The man that stood near the table stood from his current position and strolled towards me, carefully looking me up and down. He did a full circle around me.
"Well he looks like he is in good shape and he looks like a serious man. I think he shall do just fine." With one last look at the young man he turned to his back to the table in front of him.
"Now where to put you? Ah I know. Please guide our new recruit to the tents near the west wall. He shall stay in tent 93 with the other three new recruits we recently got."
Louis bowed to the noble man. With a flick of his wrist he indicated that we could take our leave. Louis stood once again and signalled for me to follow him but before we could leave the room the man at the table turned to use and spoke quickly.
"Louis make sure to bring our friend back after dinner tonight and we shall get all his papers taken care of."
"Yes sire," replied the elderly man.
With that said Louis and I left the room to return to the beautiful hallways of the fortress. I was kind of looking forward to see who I would be placed with, even though I hated to talk with people. Ever since my sister died when I was ten I always really kept to myself for I blamed her for my death. Well she wasn't really my sister for we had met in the orphanage but we had become like a brother and sister to each other.
As we left the fortress and went into the warm air I knew we would have to unpack quickly for dinner was going to be starting soon. Louis and I picked our way through many different camp sites most of the men were in there late twenties and early thirties but there was the occasional teen or elder man. Finally the young man came to a halt in front of a fairly large tent with white cloth. There was a simple fire pit and three young men were placed around the pit talking with one another. They stopped chatting when they had noticed us. The eldest looking stood and drew his hand to his head in a salute to Louis.
"How can we help you this fine evening sir," asked the young man.
"You have a new solider that shall be joining you," he replied. Louis stepped out of the way presenting me to the three men who looked at me with curiosity.
"I want you to treat this man with respect and I leave him in your aid Youji for you are the one with the most experience of the keep."
Youji nodded his head in return.
With that said and done the elder man turned to me and notified me to make sure I was ready to go see the council. With a quick turn he went on his way.
I turned back to the three new soldiers. There friendly smiles had disappeared and now all that was left was anger.
"I promise you won't last a week here," replied the solider named Youji. "You can be sure of that."
Well that is it for now I would like to know what you guys think so far. I would also like to know where u would like me to head with this story. I am still a little unsure. Oh and the camp that I named Relojero is actually a watch maker in Spanish I just liked the sound of the word. lol. And if you are wondering a mercenary is. It is a solider that gets paid with money and land.