Chapter four: Arrival
The sun was rising. After leaving Karaya, Cyra bravely walked through Amur Plains, using his father's sword to skillfully defeat whatever creatures he came across.
...
Ah! Heck with it! Cyra was running through Amur Plains, fleeing in terror from a pack of severely ticked-off wild boars because he scared off a rabbit they were about to kill. Cyra was currently thinking of a way to lose the wild animals, but hadn't thought of a good idea yet.
Suddenly, Cyra spotted a bush sticking in the ground. It looked big enough to hide him. An idea suddenly sprung into Cyra's mind. He only hoped that these wild boars were extremely stupid.
Cyra dove into the bush, and not a moment too soon, for as soon as he was in the bush, the boars rushed past, and continued running.
As soon as the boars were out of sight, Cyra got out of the bush. As he stood to his feet, Cyra exhaled in relief. He was now free to think of a place to go during his trek. What he knew was that he wanted to go far enough away from Karaya, but not too far in case he decided to come back to the Grasslands sometime. That took places like Harmonia off the list. He decided to go to Caleria to re-stock his supplies, as he would be pretty low by then.
Soon, Cyra arrived at the Mountain Path. He knew which path to take to get to Caleria, so he had no worries of taking a wrong turn.
During the climb up the mountain, Cyra encountered several enemies, but none more severe than a few giant butterflies. Eventually, after eating a quick lunch, Cyra came across the final fork in the path. Obviously, he couldn't go through the upper route, because it was being guarded by the extremely dangerous 'Twin Snake'. Cyra knew he couldn't fight it alone, so he had to think of some way to get by without fighting.
Cyra stood behind a rock, making sure that the Twin Snake couldn't see him. The Karayan teenager breathed in and out a few times before putting his plan into action.
He leapt from the rock and ran like heck.
Cyra quickly ran past the Twin Snake before it could see him coming. Not bothering to look back, Cyra continued running down the lower path, towards Caleria.
After finally stopping himself from running and catching his breath, Cyra continued his trek to Caleria. Sooner than later, he came across the desert town filled with people.
It took Cyra a while but he finally managed to gather enough supplies to last him until he got to where he was going to go. Now what he needed to do was get himself some new clothes so he wouldn't be seen as a Karayan. He found a good clothing store a managed to use some more of his potch to buy some cheap clothes. He ended up getting a green shirt and brown boots to go with his normal, black pants.
After buying his new outfit, Cyra realized that it was past dinner. After grabbing something to eat, Cyra decided to spend the night at the Inn, and set off in the morning.
Cyra spent the rest of the day doing stuff around the town. He got some medicine from the item shop, got his weapon sharpened as best as he could and bought and attached a his very own rune, a wind rune to be exact.
By the time it was past eleven, Cyra was already getting ready to go to sleep. He found it extremely hard to sleep because of the events that occurred a day ago, and he knew that the name 'Solon Jhee' would haunt him for the rest of his life. Eventually, Cyra finally managed to drift off to sleep.
Getting up first thing in the morning, Cyra paid the innkeeper and left Caleria to continue his journey. He decided the night before where he was going to go. He knew the perfect place to go.
Tinto.
Leaving Caleria, it was only another few miles to the edge of Grasslands. Reaching the edge, Cyra stood at the top of a grassy hill, looking over the fast field of lush, green vegetation. Several mountains stood in the distance, making the field quite a sight to behold. And the fact that it was a wonderful day out made the scenery look even better.
Eventually, after a good two days of travelling, Cyra finally approached the border of Tinto. Sporting his new outfit, Cyra walked into the land of Tinto.
Cyra found himself spending a long amount of time looking around. Sure, Tinto had a good amount of forests and such, but the main city was what caught his attention the most. It seemed that wherever he went in the city, there was a large amount of people, either shopping, taking a walk or going home. Cyra looked around in awe, sure he had heard that Vinay del Zexay was really big, but THIS was something else! Even the normal homes of civilians looked really big to the young lad.
Again, Cyra took this opportunity to re-stock, just in case he couldn't find anywhere here to stay. Apparently, Cyra had gathered up a fair amount of skill during his journey, so he quickly found a Training Center and increased some of his skills. His next stop was finding a Tutor so he could level up his wind magic skills higher.
After he finished, Cyra looked around for somewhere he could stay, or someplace he could get a good job so this 'Solon Jhee' wouldn't think of finding him. What he needed to do was find a place that had a 'newspaper' so he could find job openings.
Cyra soon found himself at an Inn. He got in the line of people at the counter inside, hoping to ask if the Inn had some sort of newspaper. However, something caught his eye: A large piece of paper hanging on the wall.
The paper drawing his attention, Cyra left the line and walked over to the wall. On closer inspection, he found that the paper was indeed a newspaper. Rubbing his chin, Cyra quickly skimmed through the paper until he reached the section of job openings.
Cyra sighed as he went through the article. Baker's apprentice, vaultkeeper, item shop worker. Nothing in the article seemed to interest Cyra. That is, until he came upon an opening close to the bottom of an article.
'Guard/Attendant'.
Cyra's eyes widened at the article. The perfect job to go unnoticed by anyone suspicious! It was decided. He would try out for the job of a guard and attendant. Looking at the address to apply, Cyra rushed out the door.
Quickly finding the location of the great hall, residence of the mayor, from a passerby, Cyra bolted down the street, soon reaching city hall.
Cyra took a quick break to catch his breath. He wanted to make sure he wasn't breathing hard when he applied. After making sure that he was ready, Cyra approached the door to the hall, which was guarded by a soldier.
Seeing the teenager approaching, the soldier walked in front of the doorway and blocked it. Cyra was a little annoyed by this, but decided to remain polite. The guard looked down at Cyra. "What business do you have here?" He asked, clearly suspicious of the Karayan teen.
"I-I'm here for the job." Cyra replied nervously. "You know. 'Guard/Attendant'?"
The guard stood in silence for several seconds, and for a while, Cyra thought that he wasn't going to be let in, but finally, the guard replied. "Very well, you may proceed."
The guard stepped away from the door, allowing Cyra to go in. Silently thanking him, Cyra pushed open the front door and went in.
Inside, Cyra looked around in awe. Even the INSIDE of the building was huge! He quickly found a servant and was given directions to go. After nearly getting lost a few times, Cyra finally figured out where to go and managed to find his destination: A small room with a desk. A young man was sitting at it, looking at a clipboard.
Hearing the door open, the man looked from his work and found himself staring at a teenage boy entering the room.
"Yes? May I help you?" The man asked.
"Yes, actually." Cyra replied. "I'm here for the job."
The man raised an eyebrow. "Very well. Have a seat."
Cyra sat down at a chair in front of the desk. The man looked at a sheet of paper.
"Okay. First things first." The man said. "Your name?"
Cyra paused. He remembered what his mother told him before she died. He had to get a new name and hadn't thought about it yet. He had to come up with a new name quickly so the man wouldn't be suspicious.
"Uh...Samus." Cyra replied, quickly coming up with a name.
"Okay, Samus. Where are you from?"
Sweat dripped down Cyra's, now called Samus, face. Another question he needed a quick answer for.
"A...Town by the sea." Samus replied.
"Okay. Are you skilled with a sword?"
"Yes, but I'm not familiar with your kinds." He replied.
"Understandable." The man replied. "Any runes?"
"One." Samus replied. "A wind rune."
"Any family?" The man asked.
A shadow fell over Samus' face. "No. Both my parents are dead."
"I'm sorry I brought it up." The man said.
The man asked several more questions, but they were all easier to answer than the first two. After several more minutes, the man put down the sheet of paper.
"Congratulations, Samus." The man said. "You've qualified for the job, but there are many others who also qualified. If you want the job, you must prove that you can do better than the others."
Samus smiled excitedly. "Th-Thank you, sir! I promise I'll try my hardest!"
The man smiled in response. "I'm positive you will."
Months passed. Cyra, now called Samus, found a place to stay for a cheap price. The training he went through was extremely tough, but Samus figured that it would be worth it if he got the job, so he always put in the extra twenty percent into every session. He had grown used to fighting with a thin Tinto sword as opposed to a big, Karayan one, and now could fight with both kinds like it was natural.
Eventually, the man that was accepting applies approached Samus and his 'class', smiling. "Class, I know that you've all trained hard for this job, and believe me it was a really hard choice to make, but we finally decided who's going to get the job of a guard and attendant."
Several whispers arose throughout the crowd of students, although Samus remained silent, staring at the man with abrupt attention.
The man smiled again as he looked towards a student in the class. "The job goes to Samus."
Samus' eyes sprang open as his jaw dropped. He was actually getting the job?! He couldn't believe it! Although disappointed, several of his classmates gave Samus their congratulations.
"Congratulations, Samus." The man said. "Would you please follow me to officially register?"
"Y-Yes, sir!" Samus said as he followed the man out the door to the room.
Samus walked through the many hallways of city hall, following the man, named Marlowe, and looking around. Eventually, they arrived at another door. The man pushed open the door and went in, followed by Samus.
The room on the other side of the door looked almost like the office Samus had walked into when he applied for the job. The only difference was there was no desk. It appeared to be some sort of waiting room. What caught Samus' eye the most was the fact that there was a teenage boy walking around in the room, admiring the ornaments on the wall. He looked about a year older than Samus, was Caucasian and was dressed in a white shirt and brown pants. The most noticeable feature was his blonde hair, which looked like a strange kind of hairstyle. It also looked like he was growing sideburns. When he heard the door open, he turned his head to see Samus and Mr. Marlowe come in. He walked over to the two.
Marlowe smiled at Samus. "Samus. This is Reed. Your new partner."
Samus smiled as he held out his hand. "It's a pleasure."
The boy, Reed, smirked himself and shook Samus' hand. "Likewise."
To be continued...
Author's notes: Sorry for the really short chapter. I couldn't think of enough time-filler. Well, that's it for the past. The next chapter will start during Suikoden 3. Please read and review!
The sun was rising. After leaving Karaya, Cyra bravely walked through Amur Plains, using his father's sword to skillfully defeat whatever creatures he came across.
...
Ah! Heck with it! Cyra was running through Amur Plains, fleeing in terror from a pack of severely ticked-off wild boars because he scared off a rabbit they were about to kill. Cyra was currently thinking of a way to lose the wild animals, but hadn't thought of a good idea yet.
Suddenly, Cyra spotted a bush sticking in the ground. It looked big enough to hide him. An idea suddenly sprung into Cyra's mind. He only hoped that these wild boars were extremely stupid.
Cyra dove into the bush, and not a moment too soon, for as soon as he was in the bush, the boars rushed past, and continued running.
As soon as the boars were out of sight, Cyra got out of the bush. As he stood to his feet, Cyra exhaled in relief. He was now free to think of a place to go during his trek. What he knew was that he wanted to go far enough away from Karaya, but not too far in case he decided to come back to the Grasslands sometime. That took places like Harmonia off the list. He decided to go to Caleria to re-stock his supplies, as he would be pretty low by then.
Soon, Cyra arrived at the Mountain Path. He knew which path to take to get to Caleria, so he had no worries of taking a wrong turn.
During the climb up the mountain, Cyra encountered several enemies, but none more severe than a few giant butterflies. Eventually, after eating a quick lunch, Cyra came across the final fork in the path. Obviously, he couldn't go through the upper route, because it was being guarded by the extremely dangerous 'Twin Snake'. Cyra knew he couldn't fight it alone, so he had to think of some way to get by without fighting.
Cyra stood behind a rock, making sure that the Twin Snake couldn't see him. The Karayan teenager breathed in and out a few times before putting his plan into action.
He leapt from the rock and ran like heck.
Cyra quickly ran past the Twin Snake before it could see him coming. Not bothering to look back, Cyra continued running down the lower path, towards Caleria.
After finally stopping himself from running and catching his breath, Cyra continued his trek to Caleria. Sooner than later, he came across the desert town filled with people.
It took Cyra a while but he finally managed to gather enough supplies to last him until he got to where he was going to go. Now what he needed to do was get himself some new clothes so he wouldn't be seen as a Karayan. He found a good clothing store a managed to use some more of his potch to buy some cheap clothes. He ended up getting a green shirt and brown boots to go with his normal, black pants.
After buying his new outfit, Cyra realized that it was past dinner. After grabbing something to eat, Cyra decided to spend the night at the Inn, and set off in the morning.
Cyra spent the rest of the day doing stuff around the town. He got some medicine from the item shop, got his weapon sharpened as best as he could and bought and attached a his very own rune, a wind rune to be exact.
By the time it was past eleven, Cyra was already getting ready to go to sleep. He found it extremely hard to sleep because of the events that occurred a day ago, and he knew that the name 'Solon Jhee' would haunt him for the rest of his life. Eventually, Cyra finally managed to drift off to sleep.
Getting up first thing in the morning, Cyra paid the innkeeper and left Caleria to continue his journey. He decided the night before where he was going to go. He knew the perfect place to go.
Tinto.
Leaving Caleria, it was only another few miles to the edge of Grasslands. Reaching the edge, Cyra stood at the top of a grassy hill, looking over the fast field of lush, green vegetation. Several mountains stood in the distance, making the field quite a sight to behold. And the fact that it was a wonderful day out made the scenery look even better.
Eventually, after a good two days of travelling, Cyra finally approached the border of Tinto. Sporting his new outfit, Cyra walked into the land of Tinto.
Cyra found himself spending a long amount of time looking around. Sure, Tinto had a good amount of forests and such, but the main city was what caught his attention the most. It seemed that wherever he went in the city, there was a large amount of people, either shopping, taking a walk or going home. Cyra looked around in awe, sure he had heard that Vinay del Zexay was really big, but THIS was something else! Even the normal homes of civilians looked really big to the young lad.
Again, Cyra took this opportunity to re-stock, just in case he couldn't find anywhere here to stay. Apparently, Cyra had gathered up a fair amount of skill during his journey, so he quickly found a Training Center and increased some of his skills. His next stop was finding a Tutor so he could level up his wind magic skills higher.
After he finished, Cyra looked around for somewhere he could stay, or someplace he could get a good job so this 'Solon Jhee' wouldn't think of finding him. What he needed to do was find a place that had a 'newspaper' so he could find job openings.
Cyra soon found himself at an Inn. He got in the line of people at the counter inside, hoping to ask if the Inn had some sort of newspaper. However, something caught his eye: A large piece of paper hanging on the wall.
The paper drawing his attention, Cyra left the line and walked over to the wall. On closer inspection, he found that the paper was indeed a newspaper. Rubbing his chin, Cyra quickly skimmed through the paper until he reached the section of job openings.
Cyra sighed as he went through the article. Baker's apprentice, vaultkeeper, item shop worker. Nothing in the article seemed to interest Cyra. That is, until he came upon an opening close to the bottom of an article.
'Guard/Attendant'.
Cyra's eyes widened at the article. The perfect job to go unnoticed by anyone suspicious! It was decided. He would try out for the job of a guard and attendant. Looking at the address to apply, Cyra rushed out the door.
Quickly finding the location of the great hall, residence of the mayor, from a passerby, Cyra bolted down the street, soon reaching city hall.
Cyra took a quick break to catch his breath. He wanted to make sure he wasn't breathing hard when he applied. After making sure that he was ready, Cyra approached the door to the hall, which was guarded by a soldier.
Seeing the teenager approaching, the soldier walked in front of the doorway and blocked it. Cyra was a little annoyed by this, but decided to remain polite. The guard looked down at Cyra. "What business do you have here?" He asked, clearly suspicious of the Karayan teen.
"I-I'm here for the job." Cyra replied nervously. "You know. 'Guard/Attendant'?"
The guard stood in silence for several seconds, and for a while, Cyra thought that he wasn't going to be let in, but finally, the guard replied. "Very well, you may proceed."
The guard stepped away from the door, allowing Cyra to go in. Silently thanking him, Cyra pushed open the front door and went in.
Inside, Cyra looked around in awe. Even the INSIDE of the building was huge! He quickly found a servant and was given directions to go. After nearly getting lost a few times, Cyra finally figured out where to go and managed to find his destination: A small room with a desk. A young man was sitting at it, looking at a clipboard.
Hearing the door open, the man looked from his work and found himself staring at a teenage boy entering the room.
"Yes? May I help you?" The man asked.
"Yes, actually." Cyra replied. "I'm here for the job."
The man raised an eyebrow. "Very well. Have a seat."
Cyra sat down at a chair in front of the desk. The man looked at a sheet of paper.
"Okay. First things first." The man said. "Your name?"
Cyra paused. He remembered what his mother told him before she died. He had to get a new name and hadn't thought about it yet. He had to come up with a new name quickly so the man wouldn't be suspicious.
"Uh...Samus." Cyra replied, quickly coming up with a name.
"Okay, Samus. Where are you from?"
Sweat dripped down Cyra's, now called Samus, face. Another question he needed a quick answer for.
"A...Town by the sea." Samus replied.
"Okay. Are you skilled with a sword?"
"Yes, but I'm not familiar with your kinds." He replied.
"Understandable." The man replied. "Any runes?"
"One." Samus replied. "A wind rune."
"Any family?" The man asked.
A shadow fell over Samus' face. "No. Both my parents are dead."
"I'm sorry I brought it up." The man said.
The man asked several more questions, but they were all easier to answer than the first two. After several more minutes, the man put down the sheet of paper.
"Congratulations, Samus." The man said. "You've qualified for the job, but there are many others who also qualified. If you want the job, you must prove that you can do better than the others."
Samus smiled excitedly. "Th-Thank you, sir! I promise I'll try my hardest!"
The man smiled in response. "I'm positive you will."
Months passed. Cyra, now called Samus, found a place to stay for a cheap price. The training he went through was extremely tough, but Samus figured that it would be worth it if he got the job, so he always put in the extra twenty percent into every session. He had grown used to fighting with a thin Tinto sword as opposed to a big, Karayan one, and now could fight with both kinds like it was natural.
Eventually, the man that was accepting applies approached Samus and his 'class', smiling. "Class, I know that you've all trained hard for this job, and believe me it was a really hard choice to make, but we finally decided who's going to get the job of a guard and attendant."
Several whispers arose throughout the crowd of students, although Samus remained silent, staring at the man with abrupt attention.
The man smiled again as he looked towards a student in the class. "The job goes to Samus."
Samus' eyes sprang open as his jaw dropped. He was actually getting the job?! He couldn't believe it! Although disappointed, several of his classmates gave Samus their congratulations.
"Congratulations, Samus." The man said. "Would you please follow me to officially register?"
"Y-Yes, sir!" Samus said as he followed the man out the door to the room.
Samus walked through the many hallways of city hall, following the man, named Marlowe, and looking around. Eventually, they arrived at another door. The man pushed open the door and went in, followed by Samus.
The room on the other side of the door looked almost like the office Samus had walked into when he applied for the job. The only difference was there was no desk. It appeared to be some sort of waiting room. What caught Samus' eye the most was the fact that there was a teenage boy walking around in the room, admiring the ornaments on the wall. He looked about a year older than Samus, was Caucasian and was dressed in a white shirt and brown pants. The most noticeable feature was his blonde hair, which looked like a strange kind of hairstyle. It also looked like he was growing sideburns. When he heard the door open, he turned his head to see Samus and Mr. Marlowe come in. He walked over to the two.
Marlowe smiled at Samus. "Samus. This is Reed. Your new partner."
Samus smiled as he held out his hand. "It's a pleasure."
The boy, Reed, smirked himself and shook Samus' hand. "Likewise."
To be continued...
Author's notes: Sorry for the really short chapter. I couldn't think of enough time-filler. Well, that's it for the past. The next chapter will start during Suikoden 3. Please read and review!