Note from the Author:
I figured since I have received a few friendly pieces of criticism from
some readers, that Id submit another chapter to this story. I don't know if
this will be the last entry for it or not, I guess we will just see. (
Also, I have another fic in the works in the Berserk section too. This piece is an original created by me as an extra to the Berserk World. That one is called "Berserk: Memories", check it out and review too if you have the time please.
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Chapter Two: Merriment
After the events of the festival were over with, the large ensemble of street performers and gypsies decided to celebrate a performance well done. They had separated into groups as the moon settled in the sky and nightfall conquered the sun, and had went off to do whatever it was that suited them.
Judeau, being the young boy that he was, found his comfort in simply running around the small village and exploring all that he could. He had just finished irritating a baker who was busy closing his shop for the night when Judeau turned a corner and ran face first into a pedestrian.
Falling over and landing on his rear, Judeau gave a small whine of pain and stood on his feet slowly, rubbing his slightly scratched area with his left hand. "What's the big idea?" Judeau said, his eyes narrowing in anger. He raised his head in order to get a good look at the one he had ran into, and found himself face to face with another boy. The boy it seems had taken the running performer easily, and was barely shaken at all from being ran into. He was remotely tall, with long flowing whitish hair and a pale skin tone that made Judeau sub-consciously think of a ghost. "You should really watch where you going kid." The older boy said, staring into Judeau's eyes.
Judeau found himself feeling very strange as he continued to look at the person in front of him. He stopped rubbing his aching bottom and then turned to look down the alley at a castle on top of a hill far in the horizon. "Wow, I didn't realize that this little place had a castle at all. That's sort of surprising." Judeau said, more to himself then the boy in front of him. The older boy shrugged and turned to look at it. Then he turned back to Judeau, a large grin on his face. "I'm going to live there someday you know."
Judeau found himself dumbstruck and then smiled in a sneering laugh at the other boy's comment. He soon found himself cracking up and busting out in a hysterical uproar. "You've got to be kidding me!" Judeau yelled under his gasps of hilarity. "A simple street kid like you will never reach something as marvelous as a castle!" He fell over and continued to laugh at the white haired boy; he simply narrowed his eyes at Judeau and sighed stressfully. "I might not be able to get there yet," The older boy began. "But when I'm older, I swear that Ill make it. I have to."
Judeau shook his head, the grin on his face not wavering. He walked over to the white haired boy and chuckled, placing a hand on his right shoulder. "Well, I doubt that will ever happen at all. But wishful thinking never hurt anyone. I'm Judeau by the way. You probably saw my performance back in the village square. I was the knife thrower." The older boy slowly turned his attention to Judeau's hand on his shoulder, and a small grin came across his face. "I'm Griffith," The older boy said in a quiet voice. "Want to play with me Judeau?"
Judeau narrowed his eyes and shook his head once more. "Playing games is for little kids Griffith, I'm not a kid." Judeau rubbed his nose with his index finger and smiled with pride at what he had said. Griffith raised an eyebrow at the younger boy's comment and then turned his attention back to the castle that hovered over the village like a bastion of hope against a violent world. "Even adults need to play games sometimes." Griffith said, not looking at Judeau as he spoke. "Everyone needs to forget their worries every now and then, and instead of thinking about what should be done, they should do what they feel is in their heart." He smiled and looked down at the shorter Judeau, who had in turn had a look of awe on his face. "Now Judeau the knife thrower, do you wish to play a game with me?"
Judeau simply nodded slowly at the older boy, and the two began to walk slowly down the alleyway and towards the large building of stone on the hillside.
Authors Note: All right, there's the next part, completely finished. I know this story so far has nothing to do with the main storyline of Berserk, but I'm thinking on the boundaries of the line at what may have happened and how the characters met each other in the past. Please leave another review for me. It's much needed. (
Also, I have another fic in the works in the Berserk section too. This piece is an original created by me as an extra to the Berserk World. That one is called "Berserk: Memories", check it out and review too if you have the time please.
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Chapter Two: Merriment
After the events of the festival were over with, the large ensemble of street performers and gypsies decided to celebrate a performance well done. They had separated into groups as the moon settled in the sky and nightfall conquered the sun, and had went off to do whatever it was that suited them.
Judeau, being the young boy that he was, found his comfort in simply running around the small village and exploring all that he could. He had just finished irritating a baker who was busy closing his shop for the night when Judeau turned a corner and ran face first into a pedestrian.
Falling over and landing on his rear, Judeau gave a small whine of pain and stood on his feet slowly, rubbing his slightly scratched area with his left hand. "What's the big idea?" Judeau said, his eyes narrowing in anger. He raised his head in order to get a good look at the one he had ran into, and found himself face to face with another boy. The boy it seems had taken the running performer easily, and was barely shaken at all from being ran into. He was remotely tall, with long flowing whitish hair and a pale skin tone that made Judeau sub-consciously think of a ghost. "You should really watch where you going kid." The older boy said, staring into Judeau's eyes.
Judeau found himself feeling very strange as he continued to look at the person in front of him. He stopped rubbing his aching bottom and then turned to look down the alley at a castle on top of a hill far in the horizon. "Wow, I didn't realize that this little place had a castle at all. That's sort of surprising." Judeau said, more to himself then the boy in front of him. The older boy shrugged and turned to look at it. Then he turned back to Judeau, a large grin on his face. "I'm going to live there someday you know."
Judeau found himself dumbstruck and then smiled in a sneering laugh at the other boy's comment. He soon found himself cracking up and busting out in a hysterical uproar. "You've got to be kidding me!" Judeau yelled under his gasps of hilarity. "A simple street kid like you will never reach something as marvelous as a castle!" He fell over and continued to laugh at the white haired boy; he simply narrowed his eyes at Judeau and sighed stressfully. "I might not be able to get there yet," The older boy began. "But when I'm older, I swear that Ill make it. I have to."
Judeau shook his head, the grin on his face not wavering. He walked over to the white haired boy and chuckled, placing a hand on his right shoulder. "Well, I doubt that will ever happen at all. But wishful thinking never hurt anyone. I'm Judeau by the way. You probably saw my performance back in the village square. I was the knife thrower." The older boy slowly turned his attention to Judeau's hand on his shoulder, and a small grin came across his face. "I'm Griffith," The older boy said in a quiet voice. "Want to play with me Judeau?"
Judeau narrowed his eyes and shook his head once more. "Playing games is for little kids Griffith, I'm not a kid." Judeau rubbed his nose with his index finger and smiled with pride at what he had said. Griffith raised an eyebrow at the younger boy's comment and then turned his attention back to the castle that hovered over the village like a bastion of hope against a violent world. "Even adults need to play games sometimes." Griffith said, not looking at Judeau as he spoke. "Everyone needs to forget their worries every now and then, and instead of thinking about what should be done, they should do what they feel is in their heart." He smiled and looked down at the shorter Judeau, who had in turn had a look of awe on his face. "Now Judeau the knife thrower, do you wish to play a game with me?"
Judeau simply nodded slowly at the older boy, and the two began to walk slowly down the alleyway and towards the large building of stone on the hillside.
Authors Note: All right, there's the next part, completely finished. I know this story so far has nothing to do with the main storyline of Berserk, but I'm thinking on the boundaries of the line at what may have happened and how the characters met each other in the past. Please leave another review for me. It's much needed. (