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"C'mon hurry up" Brand said as he put that rusting sword on his back
"Aren't we kind of young to be trying to enlist for war? We're not even of age yet." Kyler said, continuing to search his room for something to be used as a weapon.
What Kyler was true to a point. Both boys were 15 yet, an age that the 7 kingdoms considered the mature age. Both had also had little experience wielding weapons of any sort and would most likely be refused entry into a war that killed even the strongest champions. Nonetheless, Brand was determined to serve his country of Virdum against Altum. In his mind, nothing was impossible, and to just believe was enough. Kyler both knew that talking Brand out of something was impossible and that he would never abandon his friend, even if it meant running away from home, and getting killed trying to get to the capital.
Kyler finally found a long enough string to fashion to the stick he had found in the woods. Forming the two into a makeshift bow he than opened a chest in his room, and grabbed, what looked like, several arrows fashioned out of sticks and craved rocks. The quiver that was pulled out next was the only thing that looked properly crafted. It was long and perfectly circler outlined with a beautiful design on the edges it.
"What about the thief of the forest" Kyler began to say as they left the house.
The thief of the forest was the name of the man who supposedly lived in the forest that connected their village of Orso to the neighboring town. The thief challenged everyone that came in, defeated them, and left them for dead as anything of value was stolen from them. This left many hating the being that haunted the forest and kept them prisoner, but some regarded him as a guardian who protected them from the ravages of the war.
As they walked through the forest however, it seemed the legend was just that, a legend. The forest seemed desolate and yet teeming with life as trees toward over them but and absence of both animals and humans surrounded them. They were almost glad when they finally saw another human in the forest, let alone a group of them. That cheer turned to horror as they noticed that each had the symbol of Altum tattooed on their shoulders and a weapon in their hands. The two boys hid behind the trees to listen in on what they were saying.
"So I guess the legends weren't true. Must be something the village made up to scare enemy soldiers from coming here" one of the men said
"We not only get to pillage this town, but the Altum military actually pays us to profit from their suffering" another replied.
"That is why war is so profitable to us mercenary bandit" the obvious leader in the center of the group mentioned "Altum doesn't care what happens to a bunch of Virdums as long as they are conquered by Altums in end. With none of the other countries helping, we mercenaries are in high demand from both sides"
"They must desperate to hire thugs like you" shouted a voice without a physical being.
Both the bandits and the boys began to look around for the voice when a sort of chuckling came from a top of a tree. Both parties looked up to see a young man, barely of age, hanging from atop the lower branches chuckling to himself. This man was very slim and not very muscular at all. Despite this however, he was carrying ten sheaths on his back, each holding a sword. His hair was raven black and was very messy and seemed to cut off just right next to his hair. His eyes were gray as a ghost's and he wore a long raggy cape over very plain clothes, the cape making it hard to tell if the swords he was supposedly swords were real. This doubt was unjustified as he flew down to Earth, his cape seeming to slow his descent. He than grabbed at his center blade, reflected on the idea, than reached for one of the back blades. The blade he drew seemed shoddy at best, but still strong and sturdy. It was however of such low quality to make the soldiers laugh at the sight of it.
"And who might you be, boy?" The commander chuckled, though it was silenced when the man spoke
"Oh me?" He started "I'm just your average thief of the forest dropping by to say hello. I hope I wasn't interrupting anything, I just thought I'd relive you of those bothersome weapons and valuables you have"