A boy named atlas a white boy with freckles and messy and curly creamy biege hair beige coat and grey pants light brown shoes and brown eyes and satchel with clock in it. Live in in world with wood and cement brick houses all over with green grass dark grey clouds and mountains
And also a sea a sea with secrets that have never been told
As the boy walked around his village he saw the average tough jocks
And means girls hanging out and looked at them
Then one of the jocks Tony looked at him
'Who you staring at freaklas' a name he gave him
For atlas but instead if atlas is was freaklas and the
Only reason he messes with atlas is because his family are weapon smiths
For the vikings while Tony's dad is the second in command
And his dad is brother of the leader of the vikings
And the reason atlas was walking was to go to the maker/horder
Named dutcher who supplied his family with the things they needed to make the weapons.
Then Tony wrapped his a arm around him Tony's dad's old viking arm and Tony muscles wrapping around him like noose 'what do you want tony?' Atlases sharp tone made Tony smile 'oh nothing buddy just want to know why you staring at MY chick's' atlas was disgusted 'chick's you say they don't even make it in top twenty!' Then Tony grabbed him by his shirt 'listen here buddy don't be mad that you could never get these babes with your pathetic like just like your parents you will become a weapon smiths and be dogs like them' then Tony pushed atlas to the floor. Then he spit next to him and walked away 'dogs seriously the best thing you could come up with' atlas muttered under his breath
Then he got up and continued walking to duchers place
And the grimey rocks and grassy field and he approached dutchers house
A hay roof wooden walls and cement bricks in front of the design of the house
And a light lit up the inside of the house
As atlas walked closer and took a breath and knocked on the door.
Then a made with wooden legs and eye patch on his right eye
Flat brown hair and a ushanka hat with goggles on
The top of his head with messes up teeth and bulge on the
Top of his head and a half beard and brown eyes opened the door 'what do you need mate?'
Dutcher asked him 'uhm some steels and wood perhaps if you got any'
Atlas replied then dutcher just stared at him
And atlas felt really awkward 'ahahahah mate of course I have'
Then he pulled out a rugged from the corner of the room Then interior had the same thing on the inside but shelfs on shelfs of all
Type of steel,wood, any thing that could make
A weapon lethal then dutcher layed the rugged across his desk
And and type if steel and wood was on it 'now just choose what you want and how much of it you need mate' Then atlases hand hovered over the steels and wood.
'Uhm,well this one and that one' he pointed to a silver steel
And some red wood 'ok how much ya want' 'uh ill take 10 peices each'
'OK that's gonna cost you 10 silver coins' 'TEN SILVERS!, I only have eight' Then he pulle out the silver coins. 'OK since your a regular I take the price down to eight and because I know ya father' 'eight?, but I'll br- eh never here take it'
'Pleaure doing business with you and here you go'
Then dutcher gave him the steel and wood in a rope
Like bag and then atlas collected what he needed and walked out
'See you dutcher!' Then atlas waved goodbye.
Then while walking home he stopped after
Hearing people talk just around the corner and layed flat again the brick wall
They were vikings 'did you know leader is planning to go over the sea'
Atlas was shocked the sea no ever went to the see beside the legendary
Viking but he was no more once he went over the sea or atleast
Thats what people think nobodyreallys knows what happened
To him. Then atlas accidentally shuffled some rocks with
His feet and the two vikings heard and immediately ran over
With they're swords but by the time they got to the corner
Atlas was gone.
Then atlas got to his house a stone house with bricks
Slightly falling off and hay looking dirty and raggedy then knocked on
The door and his mom opened the door with her beige hair
Brown eyes and a light brown dress and her skinny figure
'Welcome home son' 'h-hey, mom' Then he walked
In and placed the supplies carefully on the table they're house wasn't the best yeah it only had a fire place and shelfs of weapons and books and ripped couches but it was home to atlas. 'Ima go help dad ' then
Atlas was about to walk out 'wait wait don't forget your dinner'
Hen atlas nodded then he walked to the backyard with grass looking a bit black due to fire getting on and the fence looking half broken.
Then he saw his dad his dad had a big beard huge figure bald
Brown eyes and wore a brown shirt brown pants and Grey boots
'Hey son' the dad then whacked the fiery metal the spot he made the weapons
Had hay as the roof and woods to keep the hay standing at was the support
Beams for the roof and he all the others thing any man who was
In weapon Smith would have 'hey dad I got the supplies in the living room
When your ready for it' then Atlas grabbed out another hammer.
And sat beside his dad
'Son, the number one rule of weapon crafting is nothing is perfect
So if you think it will be then your in for a very rude slap in the back'
After a couple hours of hard work and rules that atlas knew better
Then the village he lived in then he went in the lake to clean him self off
Then ate dinner then went to bed after telling his parents goodnight the thought of what the vikings said still lingered in the back of his mind and he told himself he would tell them tomorrow.