We arrived at Invar at 3:00 that morning; I was exhausted. The city
was so different from what I had expected. There were bums sleeping
everywhere, people were walking aimlessly, and dogs were desperately
searching for scraps of food. While Allen and I were walking we were
getting allot of awkward glances. It wasn't very surprising though; my
brother was a very high-ranking Dragon member. He knew allot of people and
had done allot of things. When we were walking down a main road when we
came across Squire's. The now infamous Jean Squire ran Squire's. Jean had
once been a very powerful Red Dragons member, but about 20 years ago he
faked he broke away from the syndicate and formed his shop. Squire sold
weapons to Syndicate members, if you were looking for a weapon he would
have the very one you needed and a spare incase you broke it. His store was
enormous; there were shelves and shelves of what looked like guns,
scattered along the walls were swords, and in boxes were countless amounts
of bullets. It looked like Satan ran this store. Jean was working behind
the counter when we first entered. He was a man standing about 6'1 and
looked pretty fat. He had to be over 230 pounds, he was balding and had his
entire left arm covered with tattoos. He was nothing like what I thought he
would be. As he slowly turned around he seemed to notice my brother, he
seemed to have been expecting us.
"So the little Marcus is finally a dragon huh? You should feel pretty proud little guy, you're the youngest member up to date. You had better watch yourself though; this is not a world for children." I had just met this guy and I already hated his guts. He seemed to know what he was talking about though, he had been a member since the syndicate originated.
"Jeany, were hear to get Cid a weapon. The moron doesn't know what type he wants yet so what would you have in mind. He knows Jeet keen-do, you might want to factor that in when finding him something." I knew my brother was angry because I didn't want a gun. I thought that they were too simple to use. I wanted something a little harder that would affect my style.
Jean seemed to already have something in mind. "Well if he doesn't want a gun we can give him a katana or maybe a knife. Or, we could give him the new, I'll be right back." Jean seemed to rush back to the storeroom; he looked very excited. Jean came back with a long blue box. Jean was so excited that when he tried to talk, but he started to stutter." Well we jjjjjjust got this shipped in. It's not a kkatana its an old saber from earth, its said to be hundreds of years old. The blade was 4 feet long; the base was navy blue fabric. Crawling up the blade of the sword was a picture of a dragon reaching for a pearl.
I was amazed at the great weapon; I had never seen anything like it before. The shine of the crisp metal intrigued me all the more, but why did I deserve this sword, I had not worked for it, I wasn't even capable of wielding it. "Hey, Squire! What's the sword called? Shouldn't I start with a katana or something?" I honestly had no clue what I was talking about
"Well first of all the swords name is Alostor, it's said to have been wielded by famous swordsman on earth and why should you be able to wield it. There's really only one reason, you can. I can see in the way you move, your posture even the way you arrogantly ask your questions, I think you were destined to have this sword." Maybe this Jean guy was crazy, I was 14 I couldn't even bench 100 pounds how would I be able to learn how to fight with a sword like this.
"Kid you don't have a choice I'm the best armory in town and this is the only weapon I'll sell you, in fact, I'll give it to you. I think you can do great things for the syndicate with this baby." Jean said all these things as though he had known me all my life, in reality he didn't know the first thing about me. He abruptly handed me the sword, I was amazed at how light it was. I took it out of the box and decided to try swinging it. It felt like I was carrying a feather, there was no way it could possibly be this light unless it really was designed for me. Hmm, a sword of all my own. This could be my good karma paying off. Allen and I left the store before Jean even had a chance to speak. This sword would start my legacy.
"So the little Marcus is finally a dragon huh? You should feel pretty proud little guy, you're the youngest member up to date. You had better watch yourself though; this is not a world for children." I had just met this guy and I already hated his guts. He seemed to know what he was talking about though, he had been a member since the syndicate originated.
"Jeany, were hear to get Cid a weapon. The moron doesn't know what type he wants yet so what would you have in mind. He knows Jeet keen-do, you might want to factor that in when finding him something." I knew my brother was angry because I didn't want a gun. I thought that they were too simple to use. I wanted something a little harder that would affect my style.
Jean seemed to already have something in mind. "Well if he doesn't want a gun we can give him a katana or maybe a knife. Or, we could give him the new, I'll be right back." Jean seemed to rush back to the storeroom; he looked very excited. Jean came back with a long blue box. Jean was so excited that when he tried to talk, but he started to stutter." Well we jjjjjjust got this shipped in. It's not a kkatana its an old saber from earth, its said to be hundreds of years old. The blade was 4 feet long; the base was navy blue fabric. Crawling up the blade of the sword was a picture of a dragon reaching for a pearl.
I was amazed at the great weapon; I had never seen anything like it before. The shine of the crisp metal intrigued me all the more, but why did I deserve this sword, I had not worked for it, I wasn't even capable of wielding it. "Hey, Squire! What's the sword called? Shouldn't I start with a katana or something?" I honestly had no clue what I was talking about
"Well first of all the swords name is Alostor, it's said to have been wielded by famous swordsman on earth and why should you be able to wield it. There's really only one reason, you can. I can see in the way you move, your posture even the way you arrogantly ask your questions, I think you were destined to have this sword." Maybe this Jean guy was crazy, I was 14 I couldn't even bench 100 pounds how would I be able to learn how to fight with a sword like this.
"Kid you don't have a choice I'm the best armory in town and this is the only weapon I'll sell you, in fact, I'll give it to you. I think you can do great things for the syndicate with this baby." Jean said all these things as though he had known me all my life, in reality he didn't know the first thing about me. He abruptly handed me the sword, I was amazed at how light it was. I took it out of the box and decided to try swinging it. It felt like I was carrying a feather, there was no way it could possibly be this light unless it really was designed for me. Hmm, a sword of all my own. This could be my good karma paying off. Allen and I left the store before Jean even had a chance to speak. This sword would start my legacy.