Initium Novum: Dracones #1

Meeting

The task at hand was rather hard, he dare say, to find the rare plant that had the healing properties to cure any wounds or illness known to man. His feet trudged through the knee deep snow, eyes searching for the white and green stripped plant which was only known to grow in the coldest of places. The cold wind blew a little too harshly.

Continuing on his path the boy still searched for the plant. Behind the rather tall white trees small animals watched curious as to what he was doing so deep in the forest. The hood of the boy's coat hid his face from the intelligent beasts as they crept only several feet away from the dark hooded figure only to stop when the boy stopped also and the small animals took few fearful steps backwards.

"Aha".

The sound he made was quite loud compared to the quiet forest surrounding himself as he knelt down in front of the radiant plant as it stood out against so many things in the forest. He caressed the striped leaves he moved his calloused but gentle hands to pull it from the root.

He placed it in his sack, built specially for carrying plants such as these, beside two others of the same kind. Due to how much time he had spent in the forest it was already close to becoming dark. It was time to head back to the little shack in the middle of the forest he called his home. Trudging slowly in the knee deep snow he heads in a direction he knows like the back of his hand. It was a peaceful walk back to his home hearing the rushing of cold wind at his ears.

From afar you could see that the wooden house was empty only the sounds of whistling through the holes in the wood could be heard. Approaching the small house, he quickly went inside head bowed low and setting down his belongings. Head now rosen revealing pale and sharp features he took in the wrecked room, and anger boiled in the pit of his stomach someone came in his home and wrecked it looking for something that was not theirs.

Soon panic blossomed inside of him like he had forgotten something was inside during the time of the wreckage,when he was out. He whistled loudly, sharply but didn't hear the soft patter of footsteps running at him that usually followed, now he frantically search for them he moved to the next room searching every hiding spot they could have been.

They, were tiny beings, filled with pure white coats on their hides. Had no way of protecting themselves and were currently no where to be found now the built boy was raging with anger.

Of course, he should have expected for the people, who hated him since he could remember, would have break in destroyed his belongings taking some of them too. He was angry at himself for being so irresponsible. With a growl filled with rage and the promise of pain soon. He stomped out of the shack to a village where all people loathed him.

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Lord Nefèrro hated the cold.

Hate being an understatement.

Losing the feel of your toes and having goose bumps all over was certainly nothing to like. Only a few more days in this harsh weather and he would be back on the sinking death to his way home. Sighs.

He,in his carriage for how much days now, which he didn't know nor did he really care as long as they were soon off the cold continent that threatened to make his toe fall off. The Lord and of course the required guards travelled pass endless towns, villages and few cities and have not yet reached the nearest harbour to Csedea. But they were close that's what the coach said anyway.

Arriving at yet another small village, the people as intriguing as the last that they had ventured pass. This situation however was different. Whilst in the other small villages where both beast and men got along this one in particular looked like it carried a string of conflicts. Shouting and cheers accompanied a large crowd in front of the carriage that had recently came at a pause.

The commotion taking place was pulling in different types of attention including the Lord's. Clearly they were not going to disperse from the path anytime soon. With graceful movements Nefèrro stepped out of the usually crawling vehicle and took notice of the happenings.

The Lord of Csedea stood out like a sore thumb. He, dressed in clean obviously expensive clothing these small villagers couldn't even dream of wearing. Much less purchasing. He carried around a powerful air one in which commanded the attention of others making them feel smaller than they really are. He walked up to the front people whom were there parting like the Red Sea as they saw him coming. Bowing deeply for the Lord. Word went around that a high Lord had came to Xtarcia but they were not sure as they rarely got visitors in these parts.

In the middle of the overly frantic circle stood boys two at one side of the circle with poorly made swords and horrible fighting stances and two others in the middle. Clearly they had not seen him arrive as he watched the negative interaction closely.

The boy with one of a crazed look lunged at the other, a black haired boy,surely with an urge to kill. What Nefèrro noticed next were the small fur balls at the boy' legs hiding behind them.

Black haired boy sidestepped the attack and said something the lord could not hear, obviously it was words people would called teeth gritting as the former attacker began to shake with what was supposed to be fury.

This was relaxing to Nefèrro.

Nothing but a good ole fight as I've been sitting on my arse for so long now, it hurt.

Futile attempts were made to put the built boy down who was mindful of the little beings at his feet. Three little ones were counted. Throughout this fair battle the other two standing at the sidelines joined the leader reluctantly, dare Nefèrro say it was like they were....... afraid.

What the Lord had learned in his younger years was that safety was in numbers. These children obviously doubt that point and even up to this point of the battle not a single one of the boy's opponents laid a hand on him and he was merely dodging, no attacks being sent spiraling back.

Nefèrro, of course was amused but there was something about the air around the protective boy something that made his inquisitive ear face the boy's direction and that was what made the Lord do what he did next.