Wanderings

[Tobias]

(Well, its finally happening. Ive finally gotten that bug to write...and to write what i enjoy writing about most...the Story of the one and only...the Wanderer. I hope you all enjoy these little bits and pieces. They arent meant to be a novel, but more like little portions of Tobias' history. Maybe it will help me to create a novel in the future...but for now, its just fun, and i hope the most that you guys enjoy them, and correct me for anything dumb i may have put in there
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Wanderings I

The day was peaceful. Nothing had prepared him for this. The sun rose that day, just like any other onto the village of North Tresero. The marketplace had illuminated in the morning sun, its brown roof and drab walls glowing like a halo was placed overhead. The schools were next in the sunlight, their red roofs and brown exteriors glowing a resilient yellowish orange. Life flowed through there, people walking to and fro, from the homes to the schools, from the schools to the homes, which radiated with a bright red light from the sunlight.
In the middle of the homes stood a group of houses, most importantly, the house next to the river. In that house, lived a family, one that really wasn’t well known throughout the town, but were friendly neighbors to the rest of the community. They certainly did not bother their friends. They just lived alone, tending to the crops, practicing their skills around the home. There lived 3 in that house; the man, standing tall, seemed to be a middle-aged man, dawning a beard and mustache. His dark hair flowed in the wind as he plowed the land. His eyes – a deep brown – almost glowed from a distance.
Something was strange about those eyes. A hidden secret lay in those eyes; a potent force seemed to lie deep beneath that mind into the soul. Around the man’s neck, lay a small pendant, which seemed to radiate ever so slightly in the sunlight. It bore with it another medallion that had a name engraved…his name engraved: Ezekial Reaver. A name which little knew of, yet it was a name feared by some, revered by others.
The second person in the family was the woman; Naia Reaver. Yet her eyes did not contain the same force that her husband had…rather, it was a calm force. It seemed to reflect the colors of Ezekial in another light…into a passionate light. Her red hair blazed with such emotion, her body beautiful…she was an amazing woman to many, and still a very intelligent woman. She brought with her a wealth of knowledge and used that knowledge for her husband to aid him in his expeditions.
Then a child came from the road. First from a distance, no one could tell what he looked like. He appeared rather average, not as big and forceful as his father, yet as he gets closer, you could see the resemblance he had to his father. He had the same brown hair, but none of the rigorous facial hair that his father had grown. His face was very similar; it seemed hard, yet happy. It had love, which was something that many people appreciated when they saw the family.
The child’s eyes were also very similar to his Ezekial…the same powerful glow, yet with that glow, came the passion of his mother’s eyes…the warmth and love that she had. As he walked up the step of the small home, his mother approached. Embracing shortly, the young one placed his bag on the ground, and ran outside to his father. His father just smiled and spoke softly, “Tobias…”
Then the light dimmed…and something from the deep reaches of the horizon loomed overhead. A figure that seemed grossly out of proportion…appeared to be larger than the average being. It seemed to have only one target…the abode of the Reavers. Tobias was scared…this was all new to him. Evil was something that only existed in stories that his father had told him…stories of a legendary warrior that would destroy these evils. Without another word, Ezekial had lifted his only child, and ran him into the house. As he peered out of his window, he reached over to a wooden case. The case held in it a long sword…a sword that seemed to be plain as day. As he pulled the sword out of the case, it seemed to grow, almost as if it had been touched by a silvery light. Without hesitation, Ezekial was out the door.
The battle that occurred afterwards was something that Tobias wished he had never seen. His father, fighting this beast of a man, who only smashed him into pulp, as he smashed into the ground, the well, trees…everything.

And it was then that the youth’s mind clicked.

His mother could not hold him back, as the young boy, almost imbued with a silvery light, stepped out of the house. His father, almost at his last breath, only smiled, as the boy opened up the world and destroyed everything. Nothing remained…only a crater was left. Not even skeletons were preserved. Generations upon generations were gone, erased from history, by the immense power from this boy. The evil was driven back to it’s keep in the east. It was aware of where the true power was…but it needed to be more refined.
And the boy was the only thing left…young Tobias lay in the center of the crater, an umbrella next to him, with a chain and a crest left on it…the same crest that his father wore. Darún was there shortly after…he wasn’t quite as old yet, and was able to carry the child, and the weapon to his home, much farther up north…

End 1

[Tobias]

Wanderings II

“Uncle Darún! Uncle Darún!!!” The voice was appeasing to the old man, as he was much more used to the loud obnoxious uproar of the other beings in the council. He turned from his chair, and his paperwork, and faced the child infront of him, who appeared to have a small piece of steel stuck to his arm. He laughed a big burley laugh…something that he always did. When Tobias looked up in terror, his eyes straightened, his laugh stopped, and he smiled. He placed Tobias on his knee, and spoke softly to him: “Concentrate my boy…relax. It will stop soon if you just calm down a little.”
What amazed the old man was the amazing talent that the boy had for adaptation…he listened, as opposed to all of the other little boys he knew. Within seconds, the steel had plopped to the ground, landing with a loud THUNK sound. Tobias let out a large sigh, and jumped off of the man’s knee. He hit the ground, and plopped down on the ground in front of the steel. He looked up at the man he called uncle, and smiled: “Thank you Uncle Darún! I panicked again…I won’t ever do that again!” He smiled as he took the small piece of steel and continued to play with it as a small vehicle of some sort. Darún could only be amazed at the child. He was only 6, and yet he had an amazing connection to his Virtue…the element of lightning, rather. He then invited the young Tobias up next to him, as he reached behind him, where there lay a huge bookshelf. He pulled one book from there…a book with a strange mark on it. The mark resembled the crest on Tobias’ neck.
He sat there for hours, reading the book to Tobias, who was enthralled by the book’s magnificence. He read about the Black Banthos…the Flame Eaters…name it…it was in that book! Yet, what had Tobias’ full attention was the story of the elements and their warriors…the ones known as the Sages. Tobias sat at night and held his small wooden sword, swinging it wildly through the air, attacking invisible enemies every night before he went to sleep. The stories he especially loved were of the Sages of Lightning.

And at the end of the night, Darún could barely keep his eyes open…the boy, on the other hand, was awake…so awake, that Darún was impressed. He stood on one knee, and held the boy close, and told him in his ear, “You will be great, child…you will hold a power greater than any other…you will be-“he wanted to say a savior…but the child wouldn’t understand. He instead just lifted the boy up and continued, “a amazingly punished boy if you don’t get to bed soon!” He picked the boy up, and brought him to his room, where he left him to sleep, tucked him in, and sat next to the boy. Tobias’ eyes closed, and before he knew it, he was asleep. He kneeled next to his ear, and spoke ever so softly, “Tomorrow…you will start your journey…we are going to go to the school…and you will start the first day, and you will enjoy it…much like your father did…”
Tobias couldn’t sleep that night…he was excited. All that ran though his head was the fact that he was going to go to the Northern School of Magic, where Darún and his father had gone. He couldn’t forget all of those stories that Darún told him before…he remembered every one of them. And finally, he exhausted himself…and passed out.

End 2

[Tobias]

Wanderings III

“Wow…”
It was the only thing that could pass through the youth’s mind as the carrier brought him and Darún to the enormous school. Gothic was the only word necessary…well, gigantic also worked. Being buit of stone, the school, from the air, could be divided into eight regions.
The first region, which entered into the center, was the general assembly area. Entrance, exit, information centers, that was where it was found. The real promise of the school came from the other sections.
Every element could have been studied at the Northern Schools. Each section hosted a different school of training, from the elements of Water and Fire, to the Dark elements and the Light elements. That was why it held so much appeal. Darún was only interested in one school though…the school all the way at the end. That was the school of Lightning.
It only took a matter of minutes before Tobias and Darún were leaving the carrier and fast approaching the school. The large array of colors seemed to diminish, leaving only different variations of the color blue. Everywhere, the walls, ceiling, carpets, held the insignia of Virtue…the symbol of the Lightning element.


Darún was sitting next to Tobias. The boy listened as the man rattled off questions to him; questions that he knew Darún had known already. The next thing he knew, he was in a small room. Darún sat next to him again, across the table sat another man of a like age, dressed in a strange garment, resembling robes. On the back of the robe lay the symbol of dominance around the whole of the school. After the gamp of silence of greetings and salutations, the questions continued. Tobias answered every question, and after a short period of time, he was being handed a uniform and two books; a code book for the school, and a smaller book with the same insignia…that symbol which represented Virtue.
Tobias took a good look at the symbol. It had several defining features to it. The sharp turns of the angles. There were only several rounded portions on the insignia, which resembled several bolts of lightning striking into one point symmetrically. The bolts seemed to strike through a shield, which was much more defined on the book than the other portions of the symbol.
After they had left his equipment, Tobias was escorted out by Darún. Kneeling in front of Tobias, he spoke softer than usual, “Alright my boy…I’m gonna go. I know your young, but so are the rest of the kids here. Just keep true to your heart, like you always have, and always remain calm.” Smirking, he continued, “We don’t want to get a sword stuck in your head, now do we?” Tobias laughed, but quickly straightened his face, “But…why do you have to go?” Darún just sighed and spoke, “Because…this is something you must do on your won, something that your father wished you to do.” Smiling again, he reached into his front pocket, and out came a necklace, “My boy, this used to be your father’s.” Tobias’ eyes lit up…he had nothing of his father, except of a slight memory. He held out his hand, and felt the cold steel lay into his palm. Darún stood up and spoke loudly, “It gave him the inspiration that he needed, and it reminded him always of the good things in life. Wear it, and remember your father boy…he was a Great Man.” With that, Darún turned around and left. He had raised the boy for only two ears, and already he felt like a father. Tobias just wept…he didn’t feel anything else…just a strange feeling that made him weep.
Darú didn’t speak to anyone…he just hopped onto the next carrier home, and left without looking back.

End III

(PS: Hey, if you guys have any comments that you would like to give, feel free. If you want to pan, im up for pannings! It shows me that i need to work on my writing skills. But please, the criticism is most appretiated )

[Tobias]

Wanderings IV

Cold.
It was the only really crisp feeling in the area…the fire drowned it out though.
It must have been the full moon that night. It was a glowing orange. It wasn’t common, yet Tobias had seen many odd things to this day. What really flickered in his eyes were the flames of the fire in front of him. They hypnotized the man…he became devoid of reality. He delved far away, as if he flew away to that great orange moon overhead.
He dived deeper into his memories.


Dueling again…one of the more prominent arts of the schools was close-range combat tactics. Dueling was just one of the more solid ways of understanding the arts of death without the Great Grim One watching over your shoulder.
Tobias drew the long-sword from its scabbard, which lay to his left-side, next to his waist. He was fond of the Art of the Blade since he could remember, and the stories that he always remembered were of lone heroes, and their long-swords that accompanied them. Though, the memories faded as fast as the sword shimmered in the sunlight…thoughts being paid to the present rather than the past.
As steel connected to steel, the warriors danced. Each step almost fluid, as if pre-meditated…it was truly beautiful. A blade hit another’s shaft, and both repelled without hesitation. Eventually, though, the dance needed to come to its end. The blade of the long-sword slid fast across the shaft of a naginatta, pulling it to the ground and wrenching it out of the opponent’s hands. Sliding the sword back into its scabbard without delay, Tobias just stood there, his opponent getting down on one knee. He knew his defeat. Tobias bowed his head, and stepped back, slacked, and watched the field. Steel glimmered at the high-noon; steel shimmered like it was coarse with thousands of diamonds. His next opponent was something a little different though.
Each school had what was known as their tiers. The best were placed high up in the first tier, the poorer in the third and forth tiers. Tobias had been the second best in his tier. His opponent was the best in his tier. Though tiers did not matter…only the fact that Tobias’ natural talent was up against the learned skills of another boy who was known to be far beyond his years…a prodigy, so say. A man who was tier one, and who had easily finished his competition. Being right next to each other in rank, neither ever fought each other, yet the feeling of a long rivalry had filled the stadium as the whole of the School stood back around the small arena, watching the two facing each other.
Dressed very casually, the boy wore a simple leather jacket, a pair of comfortable pants and a bandana around his head, much like a pirate would wear it. The rapier in his hand whipped like a snake, propelling itself around his general area as he prepared his weapon for attack. Tobias just held the hilt of his sword, focusing on the general tactic of Iaido…to attack through defense. The rapier leapt forward, tearing straight towards the reluctant boy. Sliding the long-sword out of the sheath, both blades collided together. Both boys stopped mid-step, the other classmates catching something in both dueler’s eyes…passion perhaps. It leaked from the vibrations of their weapons. It poured from the thresholds of energy being expelled by each man. It was after some time that the long-sword was thrown from his hands, and the rapier was held tight to his throat.
Kneeling down, he looked over to his left, seeing his weapon laying lifeless away from him. He consented…it was over.


End IV

[Tobias]

Wanderings V


Wandering was one of Tobias’ habits. He was never in one place in the school for more than a few moments before he was off again. He stopped to do his work, to train, to sleep and eat, but in his free time, he observed. He watched duelers as he traveled across the dueling field, heading over to the main study. Wandering through, he saw his rival…the rapier laying in his belt-loop. He sat there silently, peering into a book of nautical information.
The youth’s name was David Lancer. His family had been traveling the world since the family line started, going from port to port, and learning about every culture. Tobias knew this from rumor that he heard as he wandered around. Suddenly, he felt a strange instinct…he wanted to see this boy. He wanted to learn more. The inquisitiveness of his nature went over and sat across from the boy, as he spoke softly: “Um…hello.” David looked up from his book, the blue tint in his eyes reminding Tobias of the ocean. He merely closed the book and responded back in a rough nautical accent: “Aye…and how can I help you?”
They continued walking through the halls, both of them. One would think that they would be fighting, what with them practically being rivals due to rank…but both were different. They didn’t feel the urge to hate, and they both knew that they could learn from each other. As they progressed down the hall towards the blacksmith’s forge, they conversed. Tobias started the conversation.
“So…I’ve heard that you are part of a nautical family?”
“I am.”
“So, does your family do cargo trading or shipping?”
“No.”
“Ahh…they’re part of the military!”
“Actually, they aren’t”
“Well…do they just roam around?”
“Pretty much.”
Tobias was confused…a nautical family who just roamed…how did they live? How did they survive? Were they fishers? Maybe they lived off of the sea, and the life that comes from within, “Your family…do they live off of the sea?” David just shook his head, “No…we live off of others.” Tobias just stared coldly. No wonder the boy was strong…he came from a pirate family. Pirates were known as vicious beings, only interested in themselves and the rewards they reap.
“So…you’re a pirate?”
“Yes.”
Tobias was curious…he had never actually known any pirates. He persisted further into the conversation, “Are you guys like they describe?”
“What exactly do you mean?”
“Well…ruthless, cold, unforgiving, and so on?”
“Of course not!”
“Well…all I’ve ever heard about pirates are how nasty and dangerous they are. Is that true?”
“Not quite. Pirates are just people, like you and I, who choose to live a different life style. We don’t always keep everything for ourselves as well…my family takes its rewards and gives it to the tribes along the shores. The riches that we get are their riches. The wealth we have is their wealth.” Tobias poked further into the conversation, “So, exactly why are you here then? Don’t pirates rely on other equipment?” David smiled and responded, “Well, not all pirates. My father’s father was a Lightning Sage, as was my father. It’s been in my blood for a while now, and it was time that I became one as well. The skills I have in comparison to them, though, is much more amazing then they have ever had. They knew this since my birth.”
They separated before Tobias entered the forge. The doors of the forge were made of heavy steel, with two large rings on each door for opening and closing. There were no details, just two huge doors. Inside, the kiln could be seen in the distance, its flames heating the place to the point where Tobias started to sweat. Then he saw the blacksmiths.
The blacksmiths of the forge were quite the scary beings. Hammering the iron, their muscles flexed and bulged, sweat glistening across their body. They all had long blonde hair that was stringy and matted, yet braided to keep their hair from getting into their work. All they wore was a leather single piece suit that covered their bodies and upper legs, leaving the arms exposed. As Tobias walked by, the smiths only sneered, as they didn’t quite appreciate random people from traveling around the blacksmiths without supervision. Others didn’t pay any care though, as Tobias was one who came through often.
As the boy wandered through, he came across a room that he had not noticed before. Trying the door, it wouldn’t budge; the locks had engaged and had secured the door tightly. If there was one thing that the smiths were good at besides making things, it was protecting their treasures. Tobias turned around from the door and peered into the room. On the far side, there were several statues, each one resembling the smiths, and each one holding another weapon, ranging from swords, to axes, to staves. Tobias passed each one, amazed at the remarkable skill and craftsmanship that went into each statue.
It caught his eye when he saw, though, one of the statues. While each one was just holding a weapon, this one not only held a weapon, but it also wore something around its neck. Tobias pulled his crest off of his neck, and held it up to the small necklace. It matched it perfectly, aside from the size of the crest being slightly smaller than his crest. As Tobias looked at the massive idol, he noticed that chained onto the hilt was another crest, which resembled not only his crest, but the crest of Virtue. That was when he felt a slight jolt under his feet. Looking around the room, he eventually came to the eyes of the statue, which emanated a pale teal.
The statue became almost lifelike; as it hefted the enormous sword it carried and drove it into the ground. Stepping back, its eyes faded and it became still once again, leaving the huge sword in front of the boy. Grasping the hilt, he pulled it out from the ground. The sword was huge, as large, if not larger than Tobias. The hilt was rather plain, as was the sword. On the hilt was attached a chain that had the crest. The blade, while huge, had an enormous double-edged blade. Strange, how a sword of that size could be wielded so easily by a young boy. Testing it, he felt the inscription on the sword, which was a single name: VIRGIL.
The door unlocked, and Tobias had left the room, carrying the giant sword on his back as if it wasn’t even there. He ran up into his room, and closed the door, and peered at that sword the whole day. He couldn’t understand why, but he took his long-sword and stored it under his bed, locked the box that it was contained it. He took the huge sword and placed it against the wall, and stared at it for the rest of the day, until he went to sleep. He had found his weapon

End V

[Tobias]

Wanderings VI


It was time now…time to finally put this weapon to the test. He hefted it over his shoulder like a thousand burdens, and bravely walked into the arena. Today was special, as it was the annual tournament of schools. So far, Tobias had fought against every kind of opponent he could think of. He had defeated every opponent. What were left were two fights. As he bravely walked into the arena, the crowd cheered for him. He looked up in the stands, to the rest of the audience. He saw countless faces watching him. Across from him stood his opponent, carrying a large staff and other equipment on his body.
It ended almost as soon as it started. Darting across and going around, he found home with the flat of his blade against the aggressor, batting him across the arena. His weapon falling, Tobias walked to him and held out a hand. The opponent smiled, and grasped it with whatever strength he had left. As he pulled him up, Tobias spoke to him, “I never caught your name.”
“Tim.”
“Thanks for the fight Tim.”
Now, he was entering the arena again, this time against a familiar foe. The rapier clutched in his right hand rang beautifully as it swished through the air. He almost had an expression of comedy, seeing the huge weapon that Tobias had strapped to his back. He thought his rapier was faster, stronger. The fight had started, and once again, the two went at it.
Tobias once again stood there, letting his foe approach him. As David neared, a streak of blue enveloped him. Tobias just had enough time to catch it, as his foe almost doubled in speed, a common trait amongst the warriors of lightning. He didn’t even draw his sword, as the rapier slapped down right on his back. Tobias gripped the handle slowly, and pulled the sword off, showing his handling of the enormous blade that was in his hand. Now they both circled each other.
Tobias shifted his weight forward, pulled his sword back, and circled faster. He was preparing to aim for a shot. His speed picked up, as did his foe, which saw the offensive strike on its way. A small hue of blue seemed to line Tobias’ blade, as he continued to circle. Finally, he propelled himself forwards towards his aggressor, his sword bursting into a great blue torrent of electrical energy. Slicing down, the great blade was stopped by the rapier, which in no time at all was already pulled back and thrust forward. With uncanny strength, the great blade also moved, and deflected the thin blade with no effort.
For an hour straight, the two went at it, exchanging blows, releasing energy in different ways. It was in the last minute that was most important. Tobias, who had been holding his own for the whole fight, had stopped in the middle of an offensive, and backed off. He realized something in his head…the fact that the blade was made of metals. Tobias took his sword and latched it on his back, and stood tall in the center of the arena. David took no hesitation when the thought went through his mind of his opponent running out of energy to fight. Blindly, he strode forwards, bringing his weapon straight forward with him, aimed for Tobias’ heart. Yet something happened right there. The winds changed…the rhythm of the fight tore into a different melody. The blade streaking at his heart started to slow, unseen forces acting upon it, holding it with a firm grasp until the blade stopped dead in its tracks, only inches away from his chest. Tobias was sweating, the strain on his thought to augment this rhythm was trying, but it was sustainable. David just stared. No matter how hard he pushed or pulled, it didn’t move. And with a slight jerk on the force, Tobias pushed the blade back and unattached his own blade, bringing the flat across his opponent and sending him to the ground, his rapier sliding across the dirt.
And Tobias just stood tall, his shadow over his opponent. The fight was over.



End VI


(OK guys...from here, im gonna stop postin these till i get back from my overseas trip. So have fun reading all of these, and like i said, if you guys want to make any comments, please feel free to do so. It would be much obliged!)

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