The story of a boy named Morthus, or is it Armin?

Chapter 5 Arminius means hero

The man with the intimidating voice came in said, "I am Mr. Vernon that is how you will address me, and your name will be Arminius." That sentence really confused me because that was not my name, did this man know my biology parents? after which the man continued speaking in the same stern voice; "as long as you speak to people within these walls you will not use your birth name but the name, I have just given you." so he didn't know my biological parents it was a code name. "The names are chosen deliberately," he continued his telling of his story "You saved us from the Hof agents therefore the name Arminius which means hero." "Take Art as an example his name means Champion this is because he had won the underground wrestling competitions before coming here." After the conversation with Mr. Vernon. Designate Art me a dorm room. All my things had already been brought here. On the other bed sat a familiar face, it was Hunter.

The weeks went quickly at the academy, finally I had a goal, sleeping place and food. I quickly got used to the luxury. Hunter had helped me many times in the first weeks, where everything was, who everyone was and what I was supposed to do. Der were six types of classes that took place every day: healing, negotiating, Undercommon (language classes), codes, combat strategies and stealing. The professor from Undercommon was super strict and only spoke Undercommon so understanding her that was not possible.

So quickly I began to catch up on reading and studying in the library at campus. Because I got tired of being laughed at by the fellow students. I was afraid that if I didn't do well, I would lose my place at the academy and with it my housing and meals. So I was working extremely hard. Hunters was born in the world of crime so he could already speak the language Undercommon from his childhood. He was not in my class but during free time he helped me with my work.

Hunter had extra combat training. and I loved sitting on a wall nearby and watching. There was something magical about the way he fought. It looked so natural and yet very tough and complicated. Light-footed, he moved himself across the fighting arena. And with powerful controlled blows he went against his opponent. The sword moved faster than I could see at times.

One night Hunter asked if I wanted to train with him. Combat wasn't yet my best subject, so it wasn't a bad idea. But the idea of having to fight Hunter was still an anxious one. Despite my fears, I still took the offer. And so it went every day after classes I trained with Hunter. The crazy thing was that I didn't mind being destroyed by him. I did always feel guilty when he would start giving me tips. I mean it's his trainings hours he was now spending tutoring me.