The smell of the mountains flushed my face with a gentle touch reminding me where I was.
I slowly creeped out of my hard crevasse bed and crackled my back. I looked around trying to recollect the reality of what happened yesterday.
And what did happen yesterday was something that was sure to be a milestone.
He had escaped that wretched island and his wretched parents.
He had done what all the teenagers wanted to do for decades.
He boarded the ship.
He got a job.
He was someone.

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*FLASHBACK*
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“Pick one of them up.”
“Uhm.. they seem heavy.”
-CRACK!-
A solid upchurch of the strong native man’s hands made him realize that this was no game. He needed to do what he was asked.
He slowly bent down on one knee and surveyed what was around him
One Sword.
A sliver of metal gleaming.
One Spear.
A long thin piece of solid birch with a deadly looking tip.
One Mace.
A Wooden Hammer re-inforced with 3 sturdy rings cradling its massive head.
One Axe.
A Broad Stick with a Beautiful crescent adorning its tip.

Something took hold of him. Something wonderful. Something amazing. His hands were moving of their free will. He grasped the Axe and picked it up as if it was of no weight… as if it was a magnificent wooden feather.
He swung it in an Arc and got in a Battle stance unique to him.
His front foot having a firm hold on the earth, two hands holding the Smooth wooden handle, and his head held low, he knew this was the weapon for him. He could almost predict what the next question was going to be:
“Now fight me.”
“Whaa? No, I have nothing against you.”
He was a skinny 14 year old boy, his competition was a native man with muscles flexed in his prime. He had no chance against this massive figure.
“Defend yourself, or die.”
He was about to scream in protest, but before he could think of something to sccream with, he felt a hard cold blow of steel from the Pummel of the man’s sword.
“Watch what you’re doing you Ass.”
The Native man chuckled, he was in a moment of glee when Rock pounced on his feet and tryed a strike for his midsection.
The man quickly parried his strike with stunning reflexes and seemed to be impressed.
“Come here tomorrow at Noon for your first test of courage. You are now a Warrior. Be proud young man. To your right is your first set of clothing, and you may keep that Axe of yours.”
Rock felt proud and mighty at this moment. He turned and changed from his Cotton Shirt and jeans to his Blue Lolico armor. he fixed his BattleAxe to his back and it hung like his favorite possesion, his guitar.
He made the long trek back to his Cave with a feeling of pride.
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Now
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He adorned his armor and looked at himself in the river. He stared into the sky wondering what his parents were doing now. A glance at the sun revealed something alarming.
The sun was almost at the center of the sky.
It was almost noon.

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Author’s Note: This is my first attempt at a series. I wrote this right off the sumission page, and didn’t spellcheck. Please bear with any mistakes, and the next chapter will have flawless grammar.