Sam
The morning sun woke him up before he heard the noise around him. Plenty of people were anxious to get off the ship, to be on land, and to get housing or real food. As soon as he got off the ship, he knew he couldn't go with the guys in immigration. They treated men as badly as they did slaves in Adarlan. Most women got a pass, but any strong man had a bad job waiting for them.
After roaming the city for a few hours, he came across a weapons shop that was looking for help. He didn't need to convince the owner; as soon as the man saw him, he gave Sam the job. The man was probably getting old and couldn't handle that much metal alone, plus Sam seemed strong enough to handle it all.
The first few days were more difficult than carrying metals around for the man, Erend. It had been so long since he learned something new, and last time it had been only new ways to kill or fight, not any useful skills. Usually, he used the weapons, but they were just provided for him.
The first week was filled with frustration and blisters. Sam's muscles, trained for combat, ached from the unfamiliar tasks of hammering and shaping metal. Erend was patient but stern, his weathered hands guiding Sam's every move. By the second week, he began to grasp the basics, though his work was still crude. He found himself longing for the simplicity of a fight, where his body knew exactly what to do to defeat the enemy. In all honesty, he never really liked the killing, but it had been his only option.
As weeks turned into a month, Sam started to notice changes. His hands became steadier, his strikes more precise. Erend stopped being so hard on him and started making nods of approval. He was getting really good at it. He realized that learning this new skill made him happy, that he had never been this calm and without looking over his shoulder, waiting for someone to stab him in the back.
After work, he usually got himself to the top of any building and just watched the people go on with their days. Some days, he even did a semblance of training, but this day he decided to only walk around the city, see what life here could be like.
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Inivisible string: A Sam and Nehemia story
FanfictionIf Sam and Nehemia had somehow faked their deaths and met in another continent, this would be their story. They do end up getting back to the continent and meeting up with Aelin and co, but it starts off somewhere else.
