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[Hazzard]

Random story, might evolve into something, who knows? By the way, this is set in the medieval age, so expect Axes, spears, swords and the sort. All critics, praisers and viewers are welcomed and advice is needed as well!


CHAPTER 1 - The Lad Named "Lance Halberd'

Lance had always wondered what sort of events unfolding, out of his calm, tranquil and relatively isolated village. He had heard stories from fellow townsfolk of the tough, bitter life, which was experienced as a man from the city; he ignored this, still keeping his imaginations flowing, and waiting impatiently for his eighteenth birthday to arrive, so he could set sail off of the docks to a completely different scenery, country and world, that he had never seen before.

Lance scuffled his hair, and grinned hugely; current thoughts still set on traveling, and his dreams consisted of him mastering his spear, as a specialist Dragoon, women flocking around him, beer held high in his hands as the men watched enviously from afar, as he literally bathed in coats of money, from the beasts he would of slain...For this was a dream, a hope, a strong aspiration, Lance felt simmered with a bit of doubt, as he knew his journey would be difficult and challenging, especially going at it by himself, for the part of it.

He continued to lay flat down across the prickly grass, where the wind blew softly against his clothes, slightly bagging out the loose clothing, which was all brown in color, except for his tight, sturdy, black boots which he wore with pride, considering it was passed on from his brothers. Nearby petals were faintly thrusting their razor like leaves against his skin, in an ongoing pattern, guided smoothly by the breeze. Lance was only a few meters away from the edge of the sea, and the clear blue sky was a magnificent eye catcher, along with the seas gentle movements.

Lance smiled again, then muttered to himself. 'Only till tomorrow, until my adventure will truly unfold...' he smirked, then resumed chatting to himself 'how, exciting' with that, he leaped to his feat, his lightness making him more agile and fitted for being a Dragoon. Lance began to massage his temples briefly, as the anticipation grew larger inside of him, like a rapacious moan for hunger. 'Damn, is that hunger or is it nerves?' he said rhetorically to himself, as he began to trot off into the barnyard, several farmers bustling by hurriedly to tend to their herds of sheep, horses and pigs; supplies of water and food held in the grasp of their hands, and hardly having time to greet Lance, who coolly walked by with his hands tucked into his warm pockets.

Lance was rather slim, and toned for his age, which was seventeen, eighteen in three days though. His hair was dark black, falling down, and hiding away his ears; he also had facial hair which was quite attractive (but didn't complement his rather babyish and less ragged face) was neatly portrayed as a good kept mustache, meeting with a barely visible sideburns, wafted down from his hair, his eyes were a piercing brown and quite compelling to the eye. Overall, anyone would reckon he was a matured young adult, not a daring, young teen.

As he crossed several banks, villagers and neighbors, he had finally reached his small cottage, which he shared with his father, Ted, and loved dearly. He stammered at the door for a second, then shook his head in disbelief, mumbling words and curses under his breathe 'So busy daydreaming, that I forgot about putting some more water into the bucket' He sharply pulled his hands out of his pocket, and then swore more loudly this time 'God grief, I forgot the damn bucket! probably still at shore next to the barnyard.'

Lance began to jog off back from where he came from, but his stride was interrupted as he was catapulted down to the floor, face first, mud covering his clothes, and he managed to hear the words "Thief, thief!' and then clambered back up to his feet, looking straight into the eye of a lanky boy, only fourteen or so, with ratty, dirty rags being his clothing, an attire fit for a pauper, he was bare foot, had chipped teeth, a muddied face, and filthy blond hair, he smiled gleefully at Lance 'Hahaha, Lance, you caught me in a bad time, sorry for the little nudge there-' Lance interjected 'NUDGE! You nearly knocked me flying, you silly oaf, and what's that pouch in your hands, you ain't been nicking again have you?' He questioned, the lanky boy turned scarlet and looked behind him to see a weighty, bearded man, far away, tracing after him. 'As you can see, I have, anyway, see ya later!' Lance frowned, then began to continue his walk back to the shore. 'That Trevaa, he sure is mental...I bet he'll get caught this time' He sniffed with amusement, then wiped some of the grime off his clothes while trekking across the small river banks.


[That's it for now, the story will get more interesting in the next chapters, don't worry]

[TyphoonThaReapa]

That's what's up Hazzard! Nice story man!!!