Chapter four
A Brutal Aquantaince
As years passed by the city changed, giant stone walls were put up to protect the city. Teck grew stronger and more mature then he once was. His life was that of an outcast. He still wonders who was talking to him as a child, he never heard that voice after his mother died. He still regrets that day. He feels like he could have done more then just cry. His heart still torn from that day, he tears up from time to time. Every few months he would pass by the old cabin that was now burnt down and returned to the lake where he was attacked to lay under the apple tree and rest for a few hours with memories of his mother roll like a film in his mind. To take his mind off the pain he would ride out of the city to look for thieves to take down, a simple task to him and sometimes they had pounds of gold and silver. Teck thought taking from them isn't really stealing at all, it's stealing previously stolen goods. After each thief run he would return back to his house that he bought from an old man at the age of fourteen. He hid his gold and silver under the floorboards, the guards would rarely look under there. When he was fifteen he bought a pure white stallion from a traveler passing through the city. Just like the one his mother took from the stables.
Everyday he walked in the shadows within the city. Getting more skilled at ghosting his way past guards. He could go unnoticed even in the most crowded areas now. His strength was that of three men. He didn't look like any other person in Portus; he wore a sleeveless leather vest over his mothers cloak that he cut from the waist down, and under that is a steel chain shirt he got from a thief. He wore Baggy black pants that where torn at the bottom and black black leather boots. He grew out his hair so it covered part of his face. He looked more like his father now including his fighting style.
Teck snuck into the blacksmiths place every few nights when the blacksmith was out drinking to craft his own blades. He crafted three items there; his main weapon, a slightly curved steel scimitar that was sharp to the point. The metal was folded seven times, it was able to cut through other weapons like butter. As his secondary weapon he crafted a deadly steel dagger. Just like the scimitar, this was also curved for maximum damage. Both handles where wrapped with black leather strips. The third weapon became part of his right arm. A full steel sleeve cut in three parts. One part was a glove; small steel squares attached to a durable cloth that allows full hand movement. Another piece went on his forearm; it was basic armour taken from a guard cut in half and held together with the same cloth as the glove. He cut holes and welded on hollow spikes to cover the bones sticking out of his arm. The third part was a shoulder plate also taken from a guard, melted down and remade so it wouldn't look like there's. All three pieces are connected with a strong lace. The design of his blades is one of a kind.
Now nineteen he's settled in quite nicely, sleeping on gold and silver wondering what he's gonna do with it all; buy a castle, a piece of land he can call his own, keep it hidden for somebody else to find or give it away. But he has his eye on a woman, a young tailor. A fair maiden, brown hair that flowed from her head to just below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown but every time he stared they seemed to shine. She wore tattered clothes and light brown sandals. That's where he bought most of his clothes from. They weren't the best but he didn't care. He never asked her for her name. Teck was defiantly not a ladies man. Especially when it came to her, he was close to speechless. Every time he passed her by she gave him a friendly smile that lifted his spirit from sadness and despair.
Teck lays silently under the apple tree looking up at the night sky. The sky was the same as the night he was born, absolutely beautiful. Stars and galaxies floating slowly across the sky followed by the sun that constantly chased them night after night, day after day.
He took a bite of a crisp red apple he snagged off the tree earlier. The sound of the water calms his mind as he closes his eyes. He feels power growing deep inside him, his body was heating up as he concentrated on the power of a god, a half blood, a demon, a freak. He has yet to learn how to unleash the powers he possess. Weather it be for good or bad, he yearns for the power. The skill with the blade was only the beginning. If he can figure out how to use this power he possesses he could become king, ruler of all. Thinking of the things he could do with this power he lets out a quiet satanic laugh.
