~Fanfiction-Mountains~Chapter 1- New Kid~
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mindcrackloveI’m sad to leave my old life behind, but I’ll be happy here, even if I have to fight to survive.
This fiction may become a little violent in later chapters but this chapter is gore free.
I've had a few ideas floating around inthe empty space between my ears my brain for a while now and I’ve decided to write this one.
This is in Beefs POV. This may change next chapter.
Setting/slightly helpful intro: In this world, once you turn 14, you change schools. Instead of learning your ABCs, you learn how to fight and craft and do magical things. When this story starts (and I stop rambling) Beef turns 14, meaning that instead of learning how to read and write, Beef gets to go to a boarding school which is three hours away from his village.
Here we go!
~:<>:~
The second my eyes open I wish I could shut them again. I thought that I would actually excited for today, the day where I am a year older and I get move to a school where my parents aren’t bugging me to complete chores or fetch water.
“You’ll need to get ready now, we leave in one hour.” My mother’s voice makes me lift my head.
I groan and slide off my bed; I put on a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt before leaving the room.
Walking into the kitchen and grab a bowl of soup and a spoon, I walk across the room to the table and sit across from my father. Both my parents are crafters, and they both run the town blacksmith. It’s unsaid but my parents want me to become a craftsman. I don’t have anything against craftsmen, but I’d rather become a warrior and fight monsters. I have always liked the idea of being able to defend myself.
“Excited?” My father asks, raising an eyebrow.
I shrug my shoulders. “Yes.” I say.
He reaches across and squeezes my shoulder.
~:<>:~
The horse I saddle has a white patch behind his brown ear. Only my father and I will take the three hour ride to Mountain Cottage. Once I had saddled my horse, I run into the three room house to get my bags. I can’t call this place home anymore. I will call Mountain Cottage home. If I can survive.
There have been stories of people dying there, people “accidentally” falling to their deaths. Last year a 15 year old girl was “accidentally” killed during a wrestling match. The word “accident” fools no one.
The stories of children dying in the place that I am determined to survive in haunt me for the three hour ride.
~:<>:~
When I first see the “cottage” a gasp leaves my mouth. This in no way is a cottage, it’s a castle! Its stone walls are covered in moss and vines. Some daring teenagers, who look a few years older than I am, jump from one of the smaller towers and latch onto a thick vine. I watch them as they slide down.
I swing myself from the saddle and look around. The castle is surrounded by tall trees and to the right of the castle lays a lake. To my left I see a large mountain.
“Hey! You must be the new kid!” The voice belongs to a tanned boy with feathers in his hair.
“Don’t call him a new kid, Pause.” A boy with a mask over his mouth and messy blond hair jogs up to Pause.
The masked boy extends his hand in greeting. “My name is Etho. Yours?”
“Beef.” I say grasping his hand.
“We are in the same dorm together. Come on! I’ll show you around.”
I follow Etho while Pause takes the bags off the horses. As I walk into the castle gates, I look towards my father, and he is waving.
I wave back.
I'm sad to leave my old life behind, but I'll be happy here, even if I have to fight to survive.
~:<>:~
Thanks for reading!
This fiction may become a little violent in later chapters but this chapter is gore free.
I've had a few ideas floating around in
This is in Beefs POV. This may change next chapter.
Setting/slightly helpful intro: In this world, once you turn 14, you change schools. Instead of learning your ABCs, you learn how to fight and craft and do magical things. When this story starts (and I stop rambling) Beef turns 14, meaning that instead of learning how to read and write, Beef gets to go to a boarding school which is three hours away from his village.
Here we go!
~:<>:~
The second my eyes open I wish I could shut them again. I thought that I would actually excited for today, the day where I am a year older and I get move to a school where my parents aren’t bugging me to complete chores or fetch water.
“You’ll need to get ready now, we leave in one hour.” My mother’s voice makes me lift my head.
I groan and slide off my bed; I put on a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt before leaving the room.
Walking into the kitchen and grab a bowl of soup and a spoon, I walk across the room to the table and sit across from my father. Both my parents are crafters, and they both run the town blacksmith. It’s unsaid but my parents want me to become a craftsman. I don’t have anything against craftsmen, but I’d rather become a warrior and fight monsters. I have always liked the idea of being able to defend myself.
“Excited?” My father asks, raising an eyebrow.
I shrug my shoulders. “Yes.” I say.
He reaches across and squeezes my shoulder.
~:<>:~
The horse I saddle has a white patch behind his brown ear. Only my father and I will take the three hour ride to Mountain Cottage. Once I had saddled my horse, I run into the three room house to get my bags. I can’t call this place home anymore. I will call Mountain Cottage home. If I can survive.
There have been stories of people dying there, people “accidentally” falling to their deaths. Last year a 15 year old girl was “accidentally” killed during a wrestling match. The word “accident” fools no one.
The stories of children dying in the place that I am determined to survive in haunt me for the three hour ride.
~:<>:~
When I first see the “cottage” a gasp leaves my mouth. This in no way is a cottage, it’s a castle! Its stone walls are covered in moss and vines. Some daring teenagers, who look a few years older than I am, jump from one of the smaller towers and latch onto a thick vine. I watch them as they slide down.
I swing myself from the saddle and look around. The castle is surrounded by tall trees and to the right of the castle lays a lake. To my left I see a large mountain.
“Hey! You must be the new kid!” The voice belongs to a tanned boy with feathers in his hair.
“Don’t call him a new kid, Pause.” A boy with a mask over his mouth and messy blond hair jogs up to Pause.
The masked boy extends his hand in greeting. “My name is Etho. Yours?”
“Beef.” I say grasping his hand.
“We are in the same dorm together. Come on! I’ll show you around.”
I follow Etho while Pause takes the bags off the horses. As I walk into the castle gates, I look towards my father, and he is waving.
I wave back.
I'm sad to leave my old life behind, but I'll be happy here, even if I have to fight to survive.
~:<>:~
Thanks for reading!
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Date: Sunday, June 8th, 2014 08:19 am (UTC)More?
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Date: Sunday, June 8th, 2014 09:03 am (UTC)Team canada!
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It's interesting!
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Date: Sunday, June 8th, 2014 08:27 pm (UTC)My random typing has no affect agenst the epic fic
(I have no clue why but when I read this I wanted to watch Attack on Titan :/ )
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