Zynlix
Your neighbourhood catnip dealer
It was a relatively bright day. Harvest had come and the city was alive after the harsh days prior. The cold. Now that the sun was showing, and crops grew, people will be full and fed. Everybody was chatting happily, several were coming back and forth with baskets of ruit, vegetable, wheat. Well, most.
There was one figure slouched from a low hanging branch. One leg swinging lazily back and forth. It being a sunny day, the most common reason would be that they are shielding from the heat. Because other than inside, the large Oak was the only shade for a few blocks. The Oak overlooked the Market. Not the best view but the guy seemed to not mind the bland scenery.
"Dar, Get your ass up. Such a nice day.. can be out there doing something productive." A voice called from below. But he didnt respond. After about a minute, a voice yelled much louder. "Darik. Dont ignore your Mother. Get up. Now." It said. That made him sit right up. He grumbled softly. "Right.. right fine." He said with a stretch. Darik swung one leg over the branch, and hopped down, landing fairly cleanly. At the base of the tree, there was a bag and two, finely crafted swords slotted into their own respective sheaths shaped into an 'X'.
He picked the scabbard up, and slung the bag over his shoulder, walking into a house that was just a few meters away from his resting spot. Instantly he was bombarded by a bickering woman. "Your tryout is soon, and you want to rest? You're crazy. Training all these years just to be lazy on the day." She huffed. Before Darik could say anything, his Mother handed him some wrapped up food. "You can eat breakfast while you travel to the place." She said
The reason why his Parents were so riled up, is that Darik had enlisted to a small section of the Kingdoms military. Due to rising tensions between his own home and another Kingdom that boreded them, so much so, small skirmishes have happened, recruitment has skyrocketed. Even amongst some of the special divisions. If you pass the tryout, they train you. Darik had been training himself ever since he was a kid. Now that he was of age, nothing would stop him. The fact that he could take his own equipment was even better. Besides... the extra money and protection fkr his family was worth it. "Where is Eve?" Darik asked. His Mother grew from her frantic yapping. "She's resting.. one of her bad days." She said.
Eve was Dariks little sister. Only sixteen. But since she was fourteen, a odd illness made her terribly ill. The physician, after many tests and many days of observation, he deemed it to be a illness casted from magic. Unable to be cured from typical elements. Since then he has had a distaste for magic.
Darik walked through the house and into a small bedroom. In which is sister lay. She was awake. But as Dariks mother said, it was a bad day. Purple rashes had covered the Teenagers body. There was days where she was up and about. But a lot is feeling sick. Its been getting worse. Slowly though. A few years at most. Plenty of time to cure her. He was sure of it.
"Hey knitpicker." Darik said.
"Youre going.. arent you?" Eve asked, looking at the bag and weapons at Dariks side. "I aint going to be long." Darik said.
The two were pretty much twins if you ignore the age. Both had raven dark hair. Darik had an unusual colour of green eyes. He stood at around 5'11. Pretty average considering his age, 20.
Darik reached over, feeling his Sisters forehead. He gave a soft sigh. "Be sure to take your medication." Darik said softly. After receiving a nod from Eve, Darik left, saying bye to his parents before he set off out of the house, and trekking through the Town.
Finally. He thought to himself. No more sitting doing nothing while his home was on the brink of ruin.
There was one figure slouched from a low hanging branch. One leg swinging lazily back and forth. It being a sunny day, the most common reason would be that they are shielding from the heat. Because other than inside, the large Oak was the only shade for a few blocks. The Oak overlooked the Market. Not the best view but the guy seemed to not mind the bland scenery.
"Dar, Get your ass up. Such a nice day.. can be out there doing something productive." A voice called from below. But he didnt respond. After about a minute, a voice yelled much louder. "Darik. Dont ignore your Mother. Get up. Now." It said. That made him sit right up. He grumbled softly. "Right.. right fine." He said with a stretch. Darik swung one leg over the branch, and hopped down, landing fairly cleanly. At the base of the tree, there was a bag and two, finely crafted swords slotted into their own respective sheaths shaped into an 'X'.
He picked the scabbard up, and slung the bag over his shoulder, walking into a house that was just a few meters away from his resting spot. Instantly he was bombarded by a bickering woman. "Your tryout is soon, and you want to rest? You're crazy. Training all these years just to be lazy on the day." She huffed. Before Darik could say anything, his Mother handed him some wrapped up food. "You can eat breakfast while you travel to the place." She said
The reason why his Parents were so riled up, is that Darik had enlisted to a small section of the Kingdoms military. Due to rising tensions between his own home and another Kingdom that boreded them, so much so, small skirmishes have happened, recruitment has skyrocketed. Even amongst some of the special divisions. If you pass the tryout, they train you. Darik had been training himself ever since he was a kid. Now that he was of age, nothing would stop him. The fact that he could take his own equipment was even better. Besides... the extra money and protection fkr his family was worth it. "Where is Eve?" Darik asked. His Mother grew from her frantic yapping. "She's resting.. one of her bad days." She said.
Eve was Dariks little sister. Only sixteen. But since she was fourteen, a odd illness made her terribly ill. The physician, after many tests and many days of observation, he deemed it to be a illness casted from magic. Unable to be cured from typical elements. Since then he has had a distaste for magic.
Darik walked through the house and into a small bedroom. In which is sister lay. She was awake. But as Dariks mother said, it was a bad day. Purple rashes had covered the Teenagers body. There was days where she was up and about. But a lot is feeling sick. Its been getting worse. Slowly though. A few years at most. Plenty of time to cure her. He was sure of it.
"Hey knitpicker." Darik said.
"Youre going.. arent you?" Eve asked, looking at the bag and weapons at Dariks side. "I aint going to be long." Darik said.
The two were pretty much twins if you ignore the age. Both had raven dark hair. Darik had an unusual colour of green eyes. He stood at around 5'11. Pretty average considering his age, 20.
Darik reached over, feeling his Sisters forehead. He gave a soft sigh. "Be sure to take your medication." Darik said softly. After receiving a nod from Eve, Darik left, saying bye to his parents before he set off out of the house, and trekking through the Town.
Finally. He thought to himself. No more sitting doing nothing while his home was on the brink of ruin.