Chapter 2 - The village.
Ceasar woke up his body stiff from the uncomfortable pile of wood.
Sigh*
He started to devise his next move. First i need to find civilization. He walked a bit remembering he came across a river nearby yesterday.
Early civilizations tend to build near rivers as they give them a better acess to water for themselfs and thier crops .
" So as long as theres a river theres. Going to be a human settlements all i need to do is follow this river " he said to himself as he started to again walk.
After a few hours of walking he finally started to notice signs of civilization . A pathway
A abandoned boat.
He approached the abandoned boat trying to see if theres anything inside. Something caught his eye.
An old blade. It looks like it had been there for a long time as the dust on its sheath was covered in mud and dust.
" Jackpot " he said as he picked up the sword.
As he unsheath it he could feel a sense of nostalgia.
Back on earth , his family was a lineage of swordsman, they had thier own way of using the blade . This family art was passed down through the males of his family unfortunetly he died before he could even make an offspring.
He never thought he would ever need to use the sword since it was practically a useless skill in the modern era .
It was nothing but a hobby then. But now maybe he could actually find good use for it in this new world.
The sword was long and bits of rust was seen from its edge .
" Not a bad sword.. but a little dull " he said putting back on the sheath.
He continued searching around the boat and found a backpack containing nothing but crumbs
Assuming the amount of crumbs and the condition of the sword id say the boat has been laying here for a year or more he said pouring all the crumbs out .
I can find use of this bag he said. As he continued walking following the river. On his way he found a stack of white mushroom just growing from the wet soil.
" Finally " he grinned kneeling down and picking up one before shoving it in his mouth.
It should taste bland and tasteless but right now he could taste a bit of saltiness in it.
He continued to eat more before picking more to put on his bag , when the bag could not take anymore. He continued walking down the river .
After a few more minutes he finally saw a settlement. It was a village sorrounded by a log walls that protects the whole village.
He approached the gates of the village. Getting a better look at it the logs sorrrounding the village that acted as a well were durable. No normal village should be able to afford to build this level of defense.
Just then a voice of a man rang.
" Stand still! Whats your buissness here ? "
He shouted.
The voice came from a watch tower inside the walls , he could vaguely see the figure of the man standing on the watch tower pointing a crossbow at him.
" At ease im just a traveling swordsman " he exlplained .
The man ' s weapon did not falter.
" Whats your buissness here ? " He asked in a not so friendly tone.
" I am lost and looking for a place to rest. "
Hearing that the man signaled his companions to open the gates.
" Ah shit " ceasar cursed under his breath.
The gates creaked openes revealing men in black armor with spears and swords.
He held his hand up letting them know he meant no harm.
The men inspected him, as he finally saw a face of the voice from earlier.
" Whats good lad. It was a middle aged man
A thick beard and was about 6ft tall. He looked like a real life viking. "
Ceasar remained calm not revealing his inner panic . This is definitely not a normal village.
Ceasar nodded his head.
" Ah whats your name ? " The man with the thick beard asked.
" Wester " ceasar replied lying about his real name.
" Ah wester ? What a common name, im Jarckov ' the thickbearded man introduced .
" Nice to meet you. May i ask why is everyone so cautious ? " He calmly asked not showing any signs of fear or panic.
Jarckov chuckled at his unphasement being sorrounded by heavily armed men.
" Well lad bandits. Come on in " jarckov now sounded friendly as he entered the gates of the village.
Inside was a houses made in stones and curved wood thw standard was very medeival but still aesthetically clean and pleasing.
" This is a nice place sir jarckov. " His voice sounded impressed .
Jarckov looked prideful .
" We worked hard building up our humble little village " jarckov expressed with pride .
" I could see that. "
" Tell me kid where do you come from ?" He said rubbing his thick beard .
" Im from a place known as earth very far away from here. " He explained. Amusingly wanting to confuse the foreigner with a lie.
" Earth eh? From a different continent? What are you doing all the way here ? " He asked
Ceasar looked shocked theres a place here known as earth. " Well i was banished "
Jarckov ' s eyes gleamed a bit. Banished eh? What for ? . He asked curiously.
" Well i killed someone. " Ceasar lied through his teeth but hoped jarckov would buy his story.
" Ah i see.. well im not the one to judge i killed a few myself ' jarckov said amused at ceasar revealing his secrets nonchalantly.
Ceasar nods , " yes i could tell with this village's security i could tell its been through a lot of battles. "
Jarckov smiled impressed by his observation.
" Good eye. Im quite interested in you kid , but for now youll need to talk to the village chief. "
Jarckov explained.
" Hm what for ? " He asked confused.
" Were not really accepting visitors ya know " jarckov playfully said .
" But since you and me are alike ill let you in on a little secret. If you want to live do what the
Chieftain request. " Jarckov smiled stopping outside the big doors of a house.
Jarckov loudly knocked , boss we have a guest, before turning to ceasar suggesting him to go on.
As ceasar entered the place was dimly lit. And empty it was a spacious building and in the center of it was an old man with a muscular physique and a killer eyes.
" And i suppose your the visitor hm? " The old man spoke inspecting him head to toe.
" That would me me sir , my name is wester "