Ok, this fanfic is based off of a online MMORPG game called Maple Story. Those of you who haved played it, you'll understand what's going on in it. For those of you who haven't played it... Well... Try your best to learn. ^_^
Chapter 1- Casting Off
"So... Today's the day..." The old man sighed, shaking his head, his long beard following. Duron nodded slightly, cleaning his sword of various pieces of snail flesh. His dark green eyes glimmered from the blade's reflection, and he pushed some of his pitch black hair back, its spikes coming down a bit over his eyes. He flicked a few pieces of shell off his white cotton shirt, and straightened his blue denim shorts.
"Sure is..." He said effortlessly, looking over to his father's head shakes.
"Can't see why you could've become a fisherman like your grandfather..." The old woman sitting across from his father simply smiled, shaking her head.
"Po, leave the boy alone... It's his decision..."
"But Lasan!" Po whined, lifting his wrinkled hands up. "He's much too young! Most Warriors don't go out until they're 20! Duron is only 15!" Lasan lifted a finger to her lips, making a 'shh' noise.
"We've seen what he can do in battle... He can run circles around some of the villages best guards!" Po simply shook his head, his tired eyes looking disgusted.
"But, but..."
"No but's about!" Lasan hissed, and looked over to her son.
"Duron... Is this the way of life you want to go on by?" Duron sheathed his sword, nodding quickly.
"You bet it is!" He chirped, setting the sheath through his belt. Lasan nodded, and looked back to Po.
"See?" She said in a mocking tone.
"But it's just not right! Didn't you see the last fight he was in?! One cut to his arm and we went down screaming for bloody mercy!!"
"But Po, his arm was nearly cut off..."
"No difference!!" As Duron watched, a annoyed frown went across his lips.
"Shut up... He grumbled, clenching his fists. Po looked over to him, his face wrenching in small anger.
"What did you just say?!" He barked. Duron looked up at him, his eyes shooting death glares.
"You don't want me to go... You don't want me to become a failure like you did..." Po pointed a finger at him.
"Watch your mouth boy..."
"You couldn't swing a knife to save your life..."
"I said, watch your mouth..."
"You don't want me to become better than you!!" Po reared up, and gave a back-hand slap to Duron's face. His head snapped back a bit from the blow, his cheek a bit sore. He slowly turned his head to his father, his eyes a bit misty. "To hell with you... To hell with this damn island!!" He yelled, and burst out the door to his home, running out into the village.
"Duron!!" Lasan called after him, but it was no use. The would-be Warrior was already on his way to South-Perry.
As Duron wandered around South-Perry's busy streets, he could see in the distance the huge ship that would take him to Victoria Island; And one step closer to his dream. He was headed for the ship, when he heard two young girls gossiping amognst each other.
"Hey, did you hear?"
"What?"
"I heard that there's a nasty pirate ship sailing the sea..."
"Pirates?!"
"That's what I said you idiot!"
"Have they attacked anyone yet?"
"Yeah! They've been trying to destroy our ship!"
"The one by the dock?"
"Yeah! The pirate's have lost every time, but I heard they're now using monsters..."
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
Duron shivered a bit, looking at the giant ship that would let him escape his hellish home isle.
"Pirate's and monsters..." He thought out loud. "Meh, no worries..." He continued on, marching his way up onward the cold concrete stairs, and stopping by a man dressed in total blue.
"You here to go to Victoria?" The man said, tapping his foot impationiently.
"Sure am!" Duron grinned, folding his arms.
"All right, first off, it's 150 Mesos to board." Duron's jaw almost dropped.
"150?! Are you serious?!" The man nodded slowly.
"Hey, this ship takes alot to maintain... Fork it over." The man held a white gloved hand out, and Duron hesitantly dropped the coins into his hand, taking a huge chunk out of his savings. "Good good, get on." He said, and Duron eagerly hurried up the plank and onto the ship. He noticed a few other people around, many of them sailors and deck-hands, and a few villagers he saw from Amerhst, his home town.
"All aboard! We're casting off!!" The man in blue cheered out, taking helm at the front of the ship. Duron felt a bit shakey as the ship rose up from the dock, it's giant engines starting to churn madly as the smell of gas flowed up into his nostrils. The ship suddenly lurched foward, and right away they were sailing above the ocean line, heading right for Victoria Island. Duron looked back towards South-Perry to see two old figures standing at the dock, waving their arms weakly.
"Mom... Dad..." He breathed, suddenly regretting his decision. His mind then turned to his fallen brother, who died in the battlefield protecting his family... Then he felt his decision was for the best. He turned back to face his destination, fists clenched as one hand rested on his sword sheath. "My time..." He softly whispered to himself. "It's my time now..."
Nice use of words I think you should just order it better all in all very good...
YAAAY! My first review! :moji:
Your work is phrased like a novel so it caught my eye. It is quite good I must say.
:cutesw: Thanks, the next chapter is soon to arrive!
Aw man, no one else reading? C'mon gang! I love to hear what you all think!
Hehe, thanks. ^_^ Kinda unsure of how to begin the next chapter... :thinkhw: