Initium Novum: Dracones #1

Slight Inconvenience

"Whom do yuh speak of ?" How have he not noticed anyone else in such fancy clothing as this one, surely people of high status dressed like one where was this so called 'ward'.

"Oh, have you not seen him, the boy that leans on the rails dangerously as if he has no care in the world or of his life, with the cold, hard look everyone receives from him and now that ferocious look that I am now on the receiving end of, like a sharp spear, his pupils tells me he's about to stab me-"

Zarmeideus narrowed his eyes til' they were only slits, why did he have to be dragged into this, The Lord should really mind his own business at times. Now that bony twig was watching him immensely, like Zar was a snake trying to attack an elephant, the no named boy the elephant. In truth the black headed boy yearned to roll his eyes.

The ever so jolly blond, Nefèrro, made his merry way towards the always frowning boy. Zar glared and glared but the burning gaze did nothing to hinder the man, Zar gave up.

With a cheeky grin Nefèrro placed and held his arm around Zar's neck close to his mouth and said "My boy no need to be like that-" Zar shook his head he was not going to do it "we could strike a deal, how about I don't bother you for the rest of the day- a day and a half- the whole boatride- aww come on!!" He whined.

"Oiyy what are yuh prissies talkin' bout', is your son too scared to take mi on, his face looks as stupid as yours-" cutting in an insult to Nefèrro "eyy, I thought you'd be better than that old raison, but you are just as scared as him, you coward." He spat at them, that little body had so much fire, fire Zar was willing to put out.

Zarmeideus was a lot of things but sure as hell was no coward. Tho, there was just one problem he didn't want to,still.

And 'the High ass' would think he was doing it for him.

"Willem, stop with yuh antics at once, I command you." The father finally growing tired with all this foolish bravado growled out at his son.

"Oh shut it ol' man this ain't your business."

"Willem, you foolish lad do you not know the consequences of your actions, this could forever be a negative impact in your life." The father glowered he was worried for his son's future.

Willem didn't care.

I would prove to them, I was worthy, to take on this danger just like he did.

"C'mon." Making the come here gesture with his left hand.

"Are you sure, kid? I wouldn't want him to hurt you too bad, you are already lacking in so much nutrients this will be bad for your health." Nefèrro the darn ass just had to comment.

And in that moment the boy attacked. Fist pulled back to make the first strike, he thought it would be so easy guess he was wrong. The fist moved fast but not fast enough, instead of the smooth and soft skin he thought he would feel, it was just air, plain everyday breathing air his fist would grasp. Then something happened the bony child sharp senses pricked and only once before in his lifetime had he ever felt this strong overbearing emotion he hated so much.

His skin rippled with fear, made the hairs on his whole body stand on edge. He knew that dangerous boy was behind of him yet he did nothing to attack, just stood and observed. The stare from him sent shivers down Willem's spine.

Willem could not be scared so easily, he would not back out of this fight it was his only chance to prove to himself and others that he was worth it, soon rage had started to replace the fear, how dare he!

What did he think I was, some child who could not handle his attacks!! Does he think I am weak!

Willem turned around swiftly arms already raised and soon he swung once again after his opponent, swift like a python his opponent, Zarmeideus, dodged. An array of attacks rained down on Zar, attacks which never met its destination.

"Fight back!!" Willem was angry.

And his opponent, he smirked and this time instead of dodging he caught the tiny fist in his palm, shocked at this sudden change of strategy Willem threw forward his other fist only for it to be caught as well. Willem was out of breath, panting as if he ran two marathons straight.

"Are you sure?, I don't think you're managing quite well." That sentence wasn't supposed to come off as if Zar was arrogant and egotistical it was to be off concern judging by the puny size of Willem, however it didn't did it.

Willem eyes narrowed.

"I am positive." Surprisingly, the boy was flexible as they came, an advantage. With Zar powerful grip on his arms there surely was no way he could break free, right? Willem pushed at Zarmeideus in order for him to go out a little distance from his back than close up as he had been before. After Willem pushed his arms out right and then twisted them out of Zar's hold and proceeded to grip his opponents own arms.

Zarmeideus face contorted in to an impassive yet creepy smile, lacking emotions but oh so scary showing that something was clearly up his sleeve.

With a hard tug and a quick change of events, the black haired boy flung himself to the ground doing a dangerous front slide tackle still holding on to Willem's wrist, and knocking Willem's legs out from underneath him then flung him over head.

Surprisingly, Willem had managed to land on his palm in a very awkward angle, sending jolts of pain up to his elbows but he moved on. A back flip later Willem was back on his feet.

Zar was in awe, but it did not show in fact the black haired boy grew more excited. The boy's fighting stance was regained. Blowing a lone strand of brown hair out of his eyes.

"Now I am ready." Once again done in that day the come here sign was made to continue the fight. This time Zar was the one to attack, swiftly sending a right hook to the left cheek, not much power was placed in that punch but just enough in order for him to feel the pressure of it.

The hook was blocked by an equally swift arm, from Willem he then used his other arm to make an uppercut headed straight towards the chin and the previous subdued arm disappeared to block that hit.

The two dressed back to look at each other briefly then pounced, the lads exchanged blows like nobodies business. The fight looked blurry to those outside of it but the two knew what they were doing, one did multiple cartwheels and back flips with his flexibility at his disposal to avoid attacks and bring forth a reign of them, the other so simple did the basic fighting style of hand to hand combat with precision and excellency.

The shorter of the two flung his fists in a predictable pattern which Zar soon figured out.

Left jab. Right jab. Upper cut.

Right jab. Left jab. Upper cut.

The larger, he felt as if he could block this one's attacks in his sleep, it didn't take so much of an effort.

Suddenly Willem tried to make a different attack, a kick heading straight to the abdominals but then he change course to under the armpits. Zar saw it coming and caught the leg only for the other one to come straight towards him he caught that too. Immediately he place his hands on the ground using upper body strength in an attempt for him to be unrestrained and flip the male over him where he landed flat on his back not even attempting to get up. Where as the skinny boy hovered over him with clearly an advantage. Fist clenched he swung down to hit his opponent and replaced with the soft flesh he thought he would feel, it was hard floor boards instead. Hurting his poor knuckles he raged and continued to throw punches.....

1...

5...

9...

Nine punches, all missed. Most likely he would feel the pain of his bleeding knuckles later but he was angry and that was the opportunity Zar took to control the predicament. Flipping to the top, Willem glared on and Zar smirked, in his mind of course.

The smaller boy's eyes narrowed and seeing as his hands were free, Willem used his now bloody palm to try and smack the larger boys face upright. It was dodged when Zar rolled to the side allowing the Willem to make a quick rise from his downfall.

Willem was heaving, the exhaustion and pain from his mangled knuckles catching up quickly. Now Willem saw that this was the intent of his opponent all along to make him get tired out.

Not being able to fight anymore than he already did, in away it was Willem himself forfeiting the fight because of his flexible body lacking stamina. Proving to others that he could do nothing and he couldn't.

Though, he did not want to be seen that way, especially to that darn narcissistic, arrogant, ignorant ol' man.

So with the last of his energy he charged with bloody fists, maybe he expected something of the unusual to happen where he defeated his opponent with just his fist alone. That did not happen.

As if time slowed down for him, he met the eyes of his opponent and they twinkled seeming to say, 'Sorry, its my turn now'.

Willem never saw it truthfully,his own right fist was moving at an exceedingly fast rate, but compared to Zar's own fist which moved he stood no chance. Zar caught his fist but not to subdue him like last time, he actually punched Willem at an alarming speed in his stomach twice making the boy bend over to hold his stomach. The air was knocked out of him by the force of it.

Was he always this powerful, had he been holding back. The thought crossed Willem's mind as he looked like he was going to fall to his knees any moment now.

Zarmeideus wasted no time it was high time this fight was over. Raising his knee to give his opponent a solid knee uppercut to the chin, not very hard to make him loose any tooth but to draw only little blood. Willem groaned in pain. And his final move, driving down his pointed elbows into the smaller ones back.

Causing Willem to collapse on the floorboards. All was silent the fight was over. Willem breathed in air rapidly while laying on the boarded floor, clearly he was exhausted and worn. Soon his breathing came to a calm and he turned so he was laying on this back and stared at his former opponent. Who was also staring at him,their eyes locked calling a challenge. It was intense with how hard they looked at each other Willem's eyes narrowing.

Why was he playing around before. Willem thought.

Zar made it completely clear that he could have beaten him in merely seconds and was only playing around. Willem shivered, no wonder before his fear hit him so suddenly  it startled him. Now he knew the boy above him could have done so much more, cause much more damage and he shivered once more.

"Meh admit defeat." Willem said as soon as he looked away.

Zar wanted to smirk but instead placed his hand in front of the smaller boy's face in order to help pull him up. And he took it keeping a firm hold on the boys arm even when both were standing. The two nodded at each other and that was all nothing was there to be said, Zar turned and left.

Willem watched Zar walked away. The bastard.

One day meh will beat you. He thought. But then Willem found a new respect for Zar.

Just then the High Lord walked up to him. Nefèrro wrapped his right arm around Willem's thin neck and drew him close.

Forcing a smile, Willem turned away from him and fought to come out of the man's 'embrace'. It did not work. The scene was like a comical sight to behold. Others snickered at the smoldered boy.

"Perhaps you would like to accompany us to Dralan Academy, you, my boy have a great talent. Maybe with the right training it could be the perfect weapon."

Willem stopped, his heart took a pause this was the chance he was waiting for. For his whole life he dreamt about it, how he could be better than him, the best. And he smiled but immediately it dropped as he peered up on the familiar face only feet's away from him.

The face had on a happy yet sad look, and the person nodded but the eyes  of that person said no. With a solemn face Willem turned towards the Lord.

"M-m" Willem then smiled sadly.

"I refuse, meh place is here, it will always be here. I am needed, and relied on I can't go." He sounded confident while saying it, not a string of doubt.

Nefèrro brooded, the Lord knew that he wouldn't come it was better that way but then again.

"How dare you refuse me, you insignificant, bratty peasant."

Willem looked on him in anger.

"Yuh can't question mi yuh ol' spoiled raison."

People gasped at how the two were behaving; a Lord, at that and the boatsman.