Chapter 1:Fight night

This could be the next Harry potter, or lord of the rings.

I woke up to the sound of a loud knock at my door. I lifted my head from my make shift pillow of straw and rags, to hear it a little clearer. The knocks got louder and more forceful as I sat up from my bed. I had a throbbing headache and the loud knocks only made it worst. I knew I shouldn't had had that drink last night, but Grayson basically pored it down my throat. He said it'd put hair on my chest, and that it did.
I staggered to my feet to answer the door. As I journeyed over there I kept tripping over pieces of my leather armor that I had stripped off the night before. It made me realize I didn't have any formal clothes on to greet my knocking guest, I guess my dirty face and ragged shirt and pants would have to do. When I got to the door I removed the wedge of wood that kept it locked. I know it wasn't much security, but where I live it's the best thing around. I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts before swinging the door open, to see this obnoxious knocker. Before I could even greet the son of a b***h, I received a huge punch to the nose.
I fell on the ground clutching my probable broken nose, I looked up at the figure who had caused my distress. It was Grayson standing over me with a wide grin on his face. "That's for not getting to the door quick enough," Grayson chuckled. He looked down at me with his dark brown eyes in Pity and reached down to yank me back up. I scowled at him, but I doubt my bloodied nose and my some what weak demeanor fazed him. "Come on Sam, get dressed we have a job to do," he said patting me on the back. I hated it when he called me Sam, my name is Samuel, that's what dad named me and that's the name I'll use. Grayson only called me Sam when we were in a hurry, or he just wanted to annoy me.
He walked out of the entrance of my door and sat on the wooden steps, giving me time to get dressed. I went back near my bed and began to put on my leather armor. I didn't have a full set for my body just for my legs and Chest, the ones for my arms were lost in a bet I made a while back. I tie my lasses delicatly so the whole shoe wouldn't fall apart. I took some water from a bowl that lied next to my bed and sprinkled it on my face, trying to get the dirt and blood off. Before I left I went over to a long mirror that leaned against the wall.
I examined myself, pushing my short dirty blonde hair back and tightening my light leather armor around me. I moved the mirror aside and grabbed a sword that I had placed there. It was my fathers sword, he left it to me before he was killed by a elven merchant in the badlands. I sheathed it on my back and put the mirror back against the wall. I opened the door exiting my home, I looked down at Grayson sitting on the steps tossing a gold coin. It's not weird seeing Grayson with little money on him, he'd always spend his share on what ever we'd earn on wine and women twice his age. I'm surprised he had the one coin on him.
"Ready to go Grayson?" I asked. He looked back at me and stood up off the steps, he smiled and put the coin he had in his pocket. "Let's go Sam......we have a long day ahead of us," he replied. He begins to run forcing me to chase him through the slums of my neighborhood. As we run the cobble dirty streets we pass the markets, that were bustling with activity. It's usually like this in the morning, people coming out of their filth riddled homes to sell and buy simple things like, food, weapons, medicine, and of course clothes. Me and Grayson tried to sell goods in the market a few times, but we felt that we weren't getting enough. So we moved on to a different form of market.
I was laging behind Grayson a bit, but I managed to pick up the pace. He turned right down a alleyway, and that's when I knew where we were going. This is the alley that leads down to the docks and we only go to the docks if the owner of the ale house in the docks needs help. His name was Regal Ales, a very ironic name. He was a kind fat man with one arm and a long beard, he would always buy something from me and Grayson if we had something of value.
Grayson jumped out of the alleyway and onto the docks ground, with me following close behind. "What does Regal need help with today?" I asked. Grayson said not a word. He finally stoped running and we were in front of Regal's ale house called "Pepper's drinks". He named it after his wife Pepper, who was killed by muggers outside the city walls years ago. But the muggers aren't alive anymore, that's how Regal lost his arm. We entered the ale house together looking for Regal.
When we walked in a scent of disgust filled our noses. "It smells like sorrow and regret to me," I said holding my noses. "More like piss and ale," Grayson shot back. I looked around at the run down ale house, to realize that there was no one here. Grayson steped up to the bar and banged his fist on it three times, each making a louder sound than the last. Finally we hear yelling and cursing from a gruff sounding man in the back. It was Regal, coming from the back room holding a brown sack in right hand. "If you little b******s think your gonna........," Regal said before he looked at us.
"Hello Regal," Grayson said Taping his finger on the bar. He took a seat on a stool and grabbed a bottle of ale that sat next to him. "Oh..... Hey Grayson....... And Samuel hello, what brings you to the pepper's ale," Regal said timidly. He put the sack on the ground and steped out from behind the bar, looking at the both of us in fear. "Regal, a sack of rocks isn't going to protect from the twins," Grayson sighed taking sip of his ale.
The twins also known as Tamerlane and Kristen Shaw. They come from a wealthy family here in the City of Issac. Their father is a nobleman who works as the city's treasurer. They come down here in the slums to pick on innocent people like Regal. They even tried to mess with us, but we always held our own in both words and might. "What do the twins want with you Regal?" I asked. Regal sat down in a chair in the corner and let out a sad sigh of remorse. "They came in here yesterday telling me I need to give them the deed to my bar or I'd be sorry, so I told them to piss off. Then today I find a fox with its throat slit and note saying their coming for me,"Regal said clutching his head.
It made me sick seeing wolves like the twins prey on innocent people like Regal, my blood boiled with anger. "We'll take care of them Regal, I promise," I told him. As soon as I made that promise the ale house door opened. Two boys that were the same age as me and Grayson walked in, with an entourage of three men behind them. They looked the same with short white hair and blue eyes, with the similar pale complexion. It was the twins Kristen and Tamerlane, walking in with charisma and a cold dead stair. They removed the cloaks they had on and handed it to the men behind them, showing off the exspensive silk they wore.
"Well,speak of the a******s and they shall apear," Grayson said as he stood from his seat. The twins kept their attention on regal, who was cringing in fear at the twins. "Well Regal it appears instead of being sensible and giving us this bar, you decide to bring the local rabble to save you," Kristen said looking around at me and Grayson. "F**k you Kristen," Grayson yelled. "Hold your tongue you aragent b*****d, before I cut it out of your head!" Tamerlane chimed in. They stared at each other intensly, the air thick with tension.
Kristen turned his attention to me and smiled. "Ah Samuel I see your still following the path of the slime in this city. Your father was a noble man like ours, there is no need to be the b***h of this rabbid animal," Kristen snarled. I looked over at Grayson to see him pick up a bottle of ale. "That's it!" Grayson yelled. He threw the bottle at Kristen, but he ducked and the bottle hit one of the men behind him. The glass shattered in the mans face and fell to the ground. Tamerlane charged at Grayson picking him up by the waist and slamming him to the ground. The two exchanged punches as they fumbled on the floor. I saw the other two men and Kristen try to help Tamerlane, but I quickly intervened.
I grabbed one of the men from behind and threw him against he wall, he tried to Stand back up but I kicked him he face, knocking him out. The other man punched me in he stomach forcing me to hunch over in pain. He tried to hit me again, but I used all my strength to lift him on my shoulders and drop him on his head through a table. I looked over at Grayson's situation, to see Tamerlane holding him up as Kristen punches and kicks him. I realize I have my sword sheathed on my back and I quickly pull it out. I didn't want to kill the twins but I had to stop them from hurting Grayson, I would have to deal with the repercussions later.
I ran up to Kristen from behind and swung my sword at his head. He ducked then knocked the sword from my hand. I was stunned for a second not knowing that I was now on the ground and Kristen standing over me with a dagger. "Samuel," I heard Grayson yell. I looked at Kristen seeing him ready to strike me, as the dagger comes closer my face I close my eyes and wait for my doom. I hear a clank next to my head and look over on the ground, and the dagger sat there. I then looked up and saw Kristen step back holding his hand that was now bloody with a throwing knife through it. The room was silent for a second before I stood up and picked up my sword. I looked in the direction where the knife came from, and wasn't surprised to see who threw it.
Standing in the corner holding another knife at the ready was Alison Fring. A tall, long brown haired girl with the same armor I had on only it was the full set. She was me and Grayson's only friend that was a girl, and we were her only friends period. "Alison," I said surprised. She didn't look at me she kept her eyes trained on Kristen and Tamerlane. "Hold on Samuel...... I'm not done saving your asses yet," she said. Tamerlane let go of Grayson and walked over to his bleeding brother. "You filth ridden b***h, how dare you assault my brother," Tamerlane yelled as he comforted Kristen. "Yeah, well this filth ridden b***h has a knife aimed at your prick, now I suggest you change your tone and leave this place now," Alison said in a forceful voice.
I saw Grayson stagger to his feet and wipe the blood off his nose, I thought it was kinda funny. "This isn't over you pieces of s**t," Grayson yelled. Kristen looked up from his hand at all of us, his eyes filled with rage. "You can believe it isn't over," he said pushing his brother away. "I challenge you three to a duel on my fathers trade ship up the docks Tonight."
Tamerlane nodded his head in agreement and began cracking his knuckles. "To make it interesting it'll be a four way duel me, my brother, and two other men. Vs you three and one more person, maybe the coward behind the bar," Tamerlane said pointing at the bar. He was referring to Regal who during the brawl hid behind the bar. I looked at both of them intensely, I didn't always like fighting but for them I'd make an exception. "You have a deal. But if we win you leave regal alone, you leave the slums alone do I make my self clear," I said ascertainably. Grayson looked at me surprised not that I excepted the challenge, but the way I spoke. The twins laughed and nodded their heads. "Okay little pup we'll play you're way. If we lose we'll stay away from the slums, but trust me...... We won't lose," said Kristen.
As soon as that declaration was made the two left the bar dragging their injured entourage with them. As they left all three of us let out a big sigh of relief. Me and Alison holstered our weapons. "Samuel i didn't know you had a back bone," Alison joked. She put her hand on my shoulder, which caused my face to blush. I didn't like her, well not anymore anyway. We had a relationship at one point but it didn't go anywhere. "Hey what about me," Grayson asked Alison? "Oh... Well you were absolutely charming when you got your a*s kicked". We laughed together, it's weird how the mood can suddenly change from hatred to laughter. But then again it's usually like that between us.
"Your getting really good with those knives," I told Alison. She took one out and admired it. "Yeah, I guess so. Moms been working me to death, trying to get my accuracy above average," she boasted. Her mother is always training her to kill. She was a veteran of the pendulum wars, it was called that because momentum was shifting every time, from Issac to vencion. With Issac ultimately winning. She wanted Alison to be able to protect her self in this city, and fight if she has to.
"If you guys are done flirting, we need to find a fourth person for the fight," Grayson said patting us both on the back. "Well who do we want to fight with us," Alison asked. We looked at each other trying to think of someone. "Hey what about Tyson?" Grayson suggested. "What about Tyson?" Alison said seeming annoyed. "Couldn't he help us fight, I mean he's not to bad in a scrap and plus he's the only one we know,". Grayson had a point, Tyson was the only other person we knew who could fight and plus he's our friend. The unspoken member of this gang of miscreants. I say unspoken because he doesn't come to the slums much anymore, but we go up to see him a lot. "Your probably right.... fine we'll get him," Alison said.
"Then it's settled..... Well let's go get him," I told them. We exited the bar, telling Regal not to worry about the twins anymore. I haven't seen Tyson in over a week, so this was a good excuse to see him. We grew up together, me, Grayson, and Tyson. Alison came in our group later. So I guess it's time for a reunion. To go see Tyson Tyranus our friend, and the young King of Issac.