The boy volunteered immediately, and his dedication to exercise did not go unnoticed. She was telling the truth - recruitment was announced a few weeks later.
Soon we will need new recruits," the woman smiled. "I trained with the sword", the boy replied proudly. He felt a sharp pain, but suddenly a blessing relief. The woman took a weird-smelling ointment from the cupboard and pressed hard on the boy's arm. "Victor, hand me the bandages," the woman said, and Victor smoothly handed her the paper package. He had black hair, bright eyes, and a fierce expression. He sat down on the wooden chair, and it took him a moment to see the little boy sitting in the shadows.
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The boy followed her into a room full of vials, books, weird tools and strange smells. "Come with me, boy," she said and patted him lightly on the back. He expected to see the legendary Gate, but instead, a woman with long, blond hair waited for him. As they approached the stronghold, the enormous walls made a fantastic impression on him. Despite the pain, he felt a great joy to see the Guild up close. Finally, after his mother begged the doctor, he promised to take the boy to the Guild for a specialist to examine him. The local doctor immobilised his arm, but the pain continued. Unfortunately, such hard training ended with a tear in the shoulder - the pain was so severe that the boy couldn't stop crying. He practised with a sword he could barely lift. He got hired as a blacksmith's assistant to learn more about the weapons. On the contrary, he would get up at dawn to run in the wastelands, climb trees and carry heavy stones. The boy, hearing the terrible stories about the rigour and hard training, was not afraid. You had to be intelligent and robust even to have a chance to take the initial tests. It turned out, however, that joining the Guild took a lot of work. The boy promised himself that he would do anything to become like them. Warriors looked majestic and proud - some unknown force radiated from them. Their armour was shiny black with glowing purple ornaments. They transported the meat in a cart on wheels and distributed portions to people. He climbed the nearest tree and finally saw them. He passed the crowd and ran down the street. The boy wanted to see them very much, so, ignoring his mother's screams, he tore his hand from her grip and ran away. After all, can you take care of someone else when you don't know if you will survive another day?Īs soon as the Gatewalkers arrived, the crowd was in turmoil. Masses of hungry people crowded and nobody paid attention to others. He and his mother pushed through the crowd but couldn’t see anything. It was announced that the warriors brought some extra meat. The first time he saw Gatewalkers was when his mother took him to the main square. As soon as he grew enough to understand something, he wanted to help his family overcome poverty. Sometimes he read old cookbooks to imagine tasty and fulfilling dishes. From childhood, all he remembered was hunger, cold and dirt. He was born on the outskirts of the City.
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