NINE-chapter 1

• I actually did chapter one! I feel so proud of myself.
• The prologue is actually half finished 😛

The land of Vulnia was lit up by the bright morning sun and the townspeople were setting up their shops along the road. Talus walked between the shops, brooding about what to buy.

He had just finished his tenth job this week and his back was aching. He slid his hand over the items, unsure about what to buy. He didn’t have much money with him since he had just payed off his debt and estimated that he could buy one item only.

“Jeez… maybe I should just save up…” he wanted to save up but he was afraid of robbers. Robbers were common in the land of Vulnia since most people were poor and did not have an education. The chances of you getting robbed while in Vulnia were extremely high so merchants and nobles usually stayed out of Vulnia. This was the reason Vulnia stayed in it’s poor and miserable state.

He walked towards an alleyway between two shops with the handle of his sword in his hand. “Maybe I’ll have better luck in the black market.” he muttered to himself. The black market was known to all the townsfolk as a place for cheap and illegal goods. However, many people would be attacked before they even reached the black market. Many thugs hung out at the black market since the black market was a place that didn’t have guards patrolling in it.

“I smell a fat purse a mile away! Hand over your money and perhaps I can allow you to get to your destination safe and sound!” A voice suddenly rang out. Talus looked around him and saw a man surrounded by people with all sorts of weapons. A fat man stood outside the circle with a neat white suit on. “Mi-milord h-how much do you n-need?” The man was stammering and a single emotion was written on his face: fear.

“One hundred and fifty dezas and I’ll let you go.” The fat man chuckled.

“O-of course milord!”

Talus couldn’t stand by the sidelines and watch anymore. One hundred and fifty dezas was a whole year’s worth of salary in Vulnia! “Oi! Fat guy! Gimme all your money!” Talus bellowed. He knew talking most certainly wouldn’t work and the only choice left would be fighting.

Talus drew his sword from his scabbard and pointed it directly at them. “YOU BASTARD! GET HIM!” As soon as he said that, the people surrounding the man charged towards Talus.

“Death awaits you.”