A young man at the height of 6"1' walked down the dirt path in front of him. He wore navy blue armor with black swirls around the rimming. His fingers gingerly touched the jade hilt of his sword and he looked over his shoulder at the small boy walking next to him. "How's everything back there, Mokuba?" Mokuba squinted his blue-gray eyes and gave a quick huff. "This stuff is heavy, Seto." He smiled at his kid brother and nodded. "You're my squire, get use to it." Mokuba grimaced as he heaved the heavy duffle bag higher. "You're no knight, you renounced."
"Only because King Yami is a---"
"...Is a good King. You renounced because you can't stand him." Seto rubbed his armlets and groaned. "I live for only two people, you and myself." Mokuba stuck his tongue out. "Whatever."
"How long are we traveling for?" Mokuba demanded as Seto turned to the left. "Not much longer, see." Mokuba stopped in front of the wooden sign that was craved with words stating that an inn was five measures away. Mokuba groaned. "That's still a while." Seto shook his head. "I should have left you at the castle, pure trouble, that's all you are." And with that Seto swept his brother up sideways and tucked him under his arm. Mokuba cried out in dismay and discomfort as he bumped up and down while his elder walked. "Hush! At least your feet will get some rest."
Okay, this is the first time I've ever let anyone read my stories. So I'm a little worried. The length of the story is already written out, but nowhere near complete. I'm still writing away at this one. I'll take creative flames, i.e any comments to make my story appeal to you more. So enjoy and I'll try not to disappoint.
Arigato...