"Ugh ... carrying all this metal might break my back one day"
The boy complained as usual. He's work was always tiresome. Lifting, carrying stuff he didn't know when it would end.
"It's better than last time though so ... "
"Hmmm"
Light reflected into his brown eyes giving them a lighter brown hue. He's face lacked the essence to be called handsome but it wasn't plain either. It was more than average. He's black hair was covered in red bandana to help with the heat.
He's muscles were toned due to the lifting and the boss's so called hobby. He's brown complexion seemed scared with burns and wounds. The ten year old boy, William slowly pulled the short sword that glinted in his eye out of the box he carried.
Quickly slashing the air repeatedly, caused his muscles to cramp due to the weak compatibility he had with it. Lowering his stance, he raised his head and leapt to the noise he heard at the entrance.
Clank. The sword was intercepted by the old short yet stout man. William raised his head and fear replaced his comical expression. Why did he come now he thought to himself?
"Think you can best me punk. Buahahaha! Taste this”
“Noooooo! Wait!! I didn't do it on purpo-”
Since William jumped while slashing. He's body was still in the air. The old man quickly parried the sword with his walking stick and punched him in the stomach.
Agh! He flew past the room and hit the bedrock wall. The punch he took wasn't normal for humans but this accursed man could do it with ease. William pushed himself of the stone floor and went to the entrance.
“Old Man. Why did you hit me? I'm not some dummy you can take out your anger on!!”
“Please that was self-defence. You suddenly came at me and I protected myself and who do you think you're calling old man?!” the man replied
“Self defence? That's a stupid lie. Even if you didn't defend it op the blade wouldn't pierce your barbaric skin”
“Well why did you attack me? Barbaric skin? I'm this close to punching you again you damn brat! Any way you can leave its time to go home unless you're planning to help me clean this place” cooling himself down, he told William what he came for.
“I-I thought someone like Brook was coming so I wanted to scare him a little. Any way it's close to sunset so I should leave now. See you later Old man Fen!”
"Stop with the old man! I'm only 27 years old kid and its FENDRELL THE DWARF!”
“Ah okay. Whatever you say Fen … hahah”
The boy chuckled to himself as he finally got his revenge to Fendrell the dwarf. As always he left with a smile. This isn’t a bad job I should be more grateful he thought.
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POV: FendrellAs he watched the boy's back disappear to the bustling city of Earnoor. He wept silently. He had kept the boy for so long and here he was full of life and vigour. He truly felt like a parent. This indescribable joy was anew to him.
“Stay safe kiddo. I hope you find what you're searching for”
He turned his back to the route William took and faced his great smith shop. The vintage and sacred place he called home for 20 years now. Of all his life this was the second place he could call home.
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Foreshadowing
AdventureA REVOLUTION A NEW AGE And a young boy to fix it all Welcome to Foreshadowing We follow William as he journeys to find a cure for his mother but fate had other plans. With betrayal and misconceptions. Will William save the people he loves?