Meeting Swords

Meeting Swords- Chapter 1

Hi. This is my first try at a story on this site, so it might be a little weird, but I've had little practise on writing. It's a sort of first draft, so it's not finished, and I'm still working on it.
I hope you enjoy!

MEETING SWORDS

Chapter 1

Hi! My name's Korë Bronzeforezt. I'll give you a little information about myself. I was left as an orphan in the group called the Flamgrax when I was 2, so they took me in and when I was 7 then started to train me. No one knows who my father is and neither with my mum. So... this is my story.
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Everyone on the battlefront was highly miserable, not to mention soaked to the skin with freezing cold water. Soldiers and a few sorcerers had been placed Already to fight nearly 4 hours ago and hadn't been relieved. They now sat, hunched and wet, their weapons dumped, and cloaks pulled up in an attempt to ward off the cold. The magicians weren't capable enough to even shelter us from the rain, so I don't know what good they would do in the event of a battle. I sat with the rest of the soldiers, my black cloak with the white dagger embroidered on the back pulled up to my chin. I was part of the special attack force, Flamgrax, that was trained expertly in using the bow. That was the task force's main weapon.

The other weapon that we used was a sword that has sharp edges on both sides, which is a little unusual, designed for close combat. Some of us had chosen to specialise in unusual weapons. Dictom wielded a heavy broadsword, and I carried a double-bladed sword. It's like two normal swords stuck together at the hilts, which are a little longer so you can hold it with two hands or just one. I can detach them, so if I want to fight with two swords, I can, or when I need to, sheath them. And as anyone should, I named the blade. Storm. Only two of us knew magic, and they weren't amazing. There were only ten in our group, so the rest of the soldiers on the battlefront had sworn their fealty to the King of Migaz, who was our employer as well.

He was weird. I mean, he only cared about two people and tea... The Mad King wasn't a sorcerer but he had plenty at his disposal. He was mainly concerned with finding The Answer. The 'Answer' constantly changed. Sometimes it was " if water could flow uphill", but right now, I think it was "how big was the earth". He was determined to control it all, so he needed a lot more men to do that. Part of the whole ridiculous thing was, I think, a need to prove himself capable. The Flamgrax fought for the King only for the profit; he offered a lot of money for our services, and the Wajir, who were defending the country from the Mad King's answer, didn't offer the same amount. But that could change.

The soldiers and I were relieved half an hour later. All the soldiers rushed back to their tents to warm up and put on dry clothes, but I just strolled. My cloak billowed out behind me, displaying clearly the crest of the Mad King, and proudly showing the flaming bird with an arrow piercing his heart that signifies the Flamgrax. I reached the tent of the Flamgrax, and pushed aside the tent flaps. Eight people looked around as I walked in. Dictom Stagdone. Riered Shadowky Leyson. Eaan Seamane. Bismarrack Sageroar. Anbar. Ronwyn Fogbrokè. Eorah Ashore.
There should have been nine looking at me, but right now Ferth Tallmeark was out enjoying the rain.

"Well, Ferth looked pretty annoyed to be the next on the battlefront, which tells me that it is not very pleasant out there." said Dictom, a big grin plastered on his face, one strong hand tousling his brown hair.
"Got it in one." I said, taking off my cloak and wringing it out. "And Dictom? You're on the battlefront after Ferth, so if I were you, I would start getting waterproof gear on."
"Nice. Now I have Korë telling me what to do. What will the world come to?" Dictom frowned and looked at the flood of water that was soaking into his boot from my cloak. "It's wet out there, is it?" he asked sheepishly.
"Really? Did you just get that?" I asked, thinking that nothing at all could get through the thick skull he had.
"Right. I get you. Now where is my waterproof cloak?" Dictom cast a hopeful eye around the tent, then resignedly got up and went looking for it.
I looked at Ronwyn. "I'm going to go get changed, so we might have some wet clothing hanging around everywhere. I'm going to attempt to get it dry, unless you could do a sneaky spell..."
Ronwyn snorted and looked at me with blue eyes. "Like that's going to happen."
I shrugged and put my cloak back on, to help battle the rain outside. I pushed my way out of the tent and dashed to the little sleeping tent Ronwyn and I shared. I fastened the door flaps closed and started to peel off the sodden clothing I was wearing.