It was a nightmare. The memories of a young teen that experienced near death after an attack to their village. A surmountable fear has build up and a trauma has been made.
Though he has to be strong. It was just the beginning of his trials. He woke up from an accursed dream.....or was it? His parents were all dead after the said attack. Those demons were all the cause. His mother was hacked while protecting him. His father stopped the enemies to let his escape.
Was it luck? Or just fate?
He escaped without wounds but his heart was left empty and was screaming vengeance. He only wished one and that was to get his revenge.
He was inside the tent and saw numerous people have gathered there. Some were coughing and some wounded. The scent of blood wafted the air inside and some survivors were left hungry and sleepless, with the said gloomy mood, he saw a teen just as his age. He was bloody from his arms and got a curved dagger gripped in his hands.
The thought of approaching him was not admirable at the moment but he could help him get patched up. His arm was bleeding.
He approached him and he was about to draw his knife. It was instinct he guessed, but it he calmed him down.
"Relax, I am not gonna hurt you. Let me patch your arms up." he said to him.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" He asked quite alarmed. But it was good. As his name was asked.
"I am Ren, and I am doing this to have a friend." He told, he ripped his shirt up and then wrapped the wound, "Your name?" Ren asked.
"I am Roan," he sniffed. He looked cautious at first but then calmed down. "It was a pleasure to have a friend."
"Hmm hmm, that's good! Now let's go outside, maybe we can fill up our tummies with some good food." Ren then grabbed his other arm and let him stood up.
"Wait!" Someone shouted from their back. They turned around and saw a teen that has pelt of a bear worn on his shoulders. Covering his neck to his back.
"Did you said food? I am hungry." He asked.
"Good! Join us, we can at least sleep well without our bellies sounding." Roan said to him.
"By the way, I am Rick, nice to meet you two." He said then followed the two.
They opened the tent entrance and then saw that it was night. Stars were seen above and a campfire below. Some guards were eating some porridge as a cook pot was hanged by the fire.
The three approached them and went to ask for it. Simple and direct. They were sipping the soup and ate well before they slammed the bowl to the chair.
"Huh? This is our reward kid. We guard to eat. This is not for everyone but to ones contributing to the camp. If you want to eat, then ask for our commander to get listed as volunteers. You get paid for it." He said then gave them a full bowl of soup. It was still warm and welcoming.
"Well, that bowl is your advanced payment. If you must, eat it with pleasure."
"Yes sir!" The three shouted.
Then soon got to burp out loud. They soon hurried to the Commander and get listed. They soon met him and the guards were blocking the way. Halberds clashed, and it sounded as a result.
"What's your business!? State them," one of them asked. They wore plated chest plates and bracers but has no armour to the rest of the body. Some of them don't even have helms and saw that they were not well armed.
"We would like to enlist as volunteers." Ren said then put his arms on his waist.
"Yes, for food!" Roan shouted.
"Yah same answer," Rick said then scratched his head.
The guards looked at each other and nearly laughed. "Kids, you know that we are sent to near death missions? This is just basically a suicide mission to you kids." He told them to make the three to back out.
"But the food!" Roan nearly wanted to cry.
Ren sighed. "We can manage," he told him with confidence.
"Yeah! Don't worry, we can manage," Rick said to him then winked.
"Sigh, okay, let's see. Go to the commander, he will fill you all three with the details." Then the halberds blocking the way was removed.
They soon marched all the way to the commander. He was sitting and filling out the papers on the desks.
But partly worried. He was watching the enlistment and was disappointed. He saw the three approached him and his attitude changed.
"Hello young fellas, how in the world did you three passed the guards?" He asked.
"Wait sir! We are here to volunteer." Ren shouted. Then bowed slightly.
"Volunteers! Good, we can have kids sent to their deaths now." He muttered.
"But sir! Give us a chance. We are capable!" Roan then bowed, "Please!" He shouted.
"Hmm, okay fill this paper and show me what you've got," he said then gave them three papers.
Name:
Class:
Level:
Strength:
Dexterity:
Agility
Endurance:
Focus:
Intelligence:
Potential:
Ren put a drop of blood to the paper to see their stats. Immediately, his class and other details appeared in the paper. They handed the paper to the commander and he sipped his coffee. Only to spat it out.
"Pfftttt!!! Uhug uhug!" Coughing in a manner that he could not stop.
"Commander, are you alright?" His assistant shouted. Nearly panicking.
"Yes, yes, I am just shocked with this three. How in the world that you all got here?" He said then his attitude changed. It felt that he saw them in a new lime light.
"Wait, what are the results?" The assistant took a peek and his eyes bulged.
"What the...…." He blurted out.
"Good, you all passed. We will give you three at least a bare minimum support and supply for your growth."
"Yey!" The three were now finally volunteers.
"You three got a badge in case they will question your authority." The commander then said to them and handed out badge.
"Wait, what appeared in your paper?" Asked Ren.
"Huh?" The two exclaimed.
"I mean your class?" Ren was worried.
"Um, I am a Druid." Rick said to him.
"You're a Druid?" Ren was shocked.
"Me? I am a Lycan." Roan said to them.
"A Lycan!?" Ren added.
"What!? That's amazing!" Ren was shocked at what transpired.
"By the way, what's yours?" Roan asked, quite curious. As he was the last one not yet known.
"Me? I am a Necromancer!" He shouted.
They were all jaw-dropping. "What!?" The two shouted with all they got.
"Surprise, surprise, well now that we revealed our class, then we should go prepare to arm up." Ren said to the two.
The Commander then showed them the armory. "This is the armory, please select the weapon of your choice."
They got various weapons from the weapon wrack and Ren choose the sword.
Roan used double daggers and Rick the shield and Axe. All of them were armed with at least chest armour, bracers, and boots. All were made with hard leather for a light comfortable fitting.
"Wait, why a sword!?" Rick asked Ren.
"Hmm? Because I am known as the Sword-wielding Necromancer!" Ren told him. Then he immediately smiled.