5 years earlier
"Weimar, get your butt up -now!"
With a groan, 13 year old Weimar Rice sat up from his bed and rubbed his eyes. Groggy, the young boy spotted his older brother Veerus standing over his bed. He was recognizable with his long shaggy brown hair that fell to his shoulders.
"Didn't mother ever tell you to cut your hair?"Weimar murmured sleepily.
"Didn't I tell you to get up?" Veerus forced his younger brother off the bed and onto his feet. For a 16 year old, he was quite strong, but Weimar was the same height as him.
"Let go of me!"The younger brother pushed his brother away as he undid the other boy's hold. He looked out his window to see that it wasn't even dawn yet. He glared back at Veerus.
"What the bloody hell were you thinking?" Weimar snapped.
"You needed to get off your lazy arse and milk the cows." Veerus smirked. "You know that mother can't do all the tasks here since father left yesterday."
"You are just forcing it on us since you nor Will want to do the work." Will was their youngest brother, a few years younger than Weimar. Weimar could bet a few hundred coins that little Willie was asleep comfortably in his own bed.
"Nope, we have decided it is your turn for today." Veerus chortled. "You need to get busy. You have loads of work in the fields as well."
Cursing, Weimar threw on his working clothes and rushed past his brother. He ran past his parent's room where he heard his mother's soft breathing. He burst through the door to the small house and headed to the barn. In addition to being a farmer, his father also cared for the famous Sir Robin Globar's horses so often times he was away during tournament seasons which left Weimar and his brothers to care for the farm in his absence. If only they would stop fighting over who does what.
An hour later, Weimar had finished with the cows, he headed off to work the fields when he heard footsteps through the wheat field. He turned around warily, wondering who-or what- was trailing him. Veerus had told him the story of the Sheep Sucker to him and Willie once they were younger in order to frighten them. The young farmer had merely dismissed the story as fabricated, however, during this time of the breaking dawn, Weimar was having his doubts.
There is no way a reptilian beast that sucks the blood of sheep could exist, could it?
Hearing the wheat nearby rustle, Weimar raised the scythe he was holding and glanced around, expecting a beast from his nightmares to barge through the field at him. However, the shadowy figure that landed in front of him was a human. Nevertheless, it startled Weimar so much that he fell backwards and landed on his bottom. The laughing figure then extended a hand to help him up.
"Wow, you are super jumpy this morning,"he murmured.
"Syras?!" Weimar had just recognized the voice of his best buddy. He accepted the hand and pulled himself up.
"Who else?"the boy grinned. The waning moonlight gave the boy's dark hair and features a bright glow. " You may be wondering what I am doing here of all times which I am going in to answer next. On another note, how are things with the family?"
"Busy as usual." Weimar laughed. "Today, it's due to father accompanying Sir Globar to take care of Twilight."
"I see," Syras nods.He twiddled his thumbs as he hummed.
"So what are you you here for?" Weimar asked as he went back to hacking away at the wheat.
"Oh yes, I promised you that answer." Syras sneered. He pulled out a parchment of paper. " The jousting tournament has come here to our village for today and I don't want us to pass up the opportunity for us to get good seats."
Young Weimar rolled his eyes. "My lad.Have you forgotten that we can't afford it?"
" Of course."Syras winked,a devilish gleam appearing in his eyes. " Which is why I will sneak us in."
Weimar frowned. "You are not serious."
"Oh, but I am dead serious." Syras smirked.
"How are you going to pull that off, smart one?" Weimar stopped hacking and faced his friend
"You see, there is always that unguarded section of the stands.You know it is unrealistic for the whole thing to have guards every waking minute of the day," Syras continued. "There are three main events during that day. In addition, there are team melees as well. You'll have to find a team of at least 5 if you want to join."
Weimar sighed. "What makes you certain that I' d want to get involved in that stuff?"
"If you hear the amount of the prize money offered, then you'd reconsider," Syras literally threw the paper into farm boy's face. Weimar's eyes glanced over the parchment and his eyes grew three sizes once he spotted the amount of prize money offered to the first and second place winners.
"I am so in, but I still need to cut all this bloody wheat and harvest it," Weimar grumbled.
"No worries, you got me to help." Syras had two sickles in his hands.
"You just happened to have those?" Weimar gasped.
"You bet!" His friend grinned at him."You never know when they can come in handy."
Sighing, Weimar knew it was not worth arguing over so they both continued tending to the fields until the sun came up.
"Weimar! How is it coming along?"
Both boys turn to see Weimar's mother walk across the fields, her flowing chestnut hair tied back. She stopped and raked her green eyes across them.
"Hello, Madame Rice." Syras waved.
The Rice matriarch smiled at her guest. "Salutations to you, Syras. You boys want to come in to break your fast?"
Weimar glanced at Syras, who just nodded.
"Alright, come on in!" Weimar' s mother grinned. "Veerus and Willie would love some company."
" Quite the family you have, " Syras whispered to his friend as they entered the small cottage. " How did you come to gain your surname? Did your ancestors harvest rice?"
"Oh, shut up! " Weimar grinned playfully and gently punched his shoulder.
Syras chuckled. "Anyway, after breakfast we need to hustle. Spots are limited."
Now we get an insight to young Weimar's life beforehand. Should he listen to Syras or just stay with his family?
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