Fantasy Tales: World's Treasure

Chapter I

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Hey yoh! Just thought to publish this, you know, since I'm still having troubles with the other story. It still needs a lot of revisions. Anyway, this is the first part and if someone likes it, I might consider writing this one first. That is if someone might consider reading it. ^_^v Electro out!
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A group of men are rejoicing inside their hidden base in a dense forest. Money and other treasures are on the side near a well decorated chair where a man sits on with a mug of wine in hand. With a raise and a yell, his lackeys shouted with him as they celebrate their latest heist. Little do they know of a man approaching them and stood near the door. No guards were in sight and that made it easier for him. He drew his sword from behind him and with a mighty swing, he easily broke down the wooden door surprising everyone inside. There he stood, his silver hair tied in a thin manly ponytail flowed with the passing wind as he let his sword rest on his shoulder.

"Hey you! Got a death wish or something?" The leader of the group asked as he stood up and drew his sword. The others did the same and began to smirk seeing that they outnumber him but the teen doesn't seem fazed about it and just stood with a cool composure. He lifted his sword and pointed it at him.

"You're the bandits that terrorized the nearby village just now right?" He asked.

"Heh, so what if it's us?"

"Then that makes my job easier."

"You wish! Get him!" The leader ordered and his lackeys followed him and together they attacked. The teen quickly swings his sword in circle and repelled anyone comming close. One bandit strikes from behind only to be blocked and pushed back. The teen then dodged an attack and hit one bandit on the back of his neck using his sword's hilt. He dodged everything they threw at him and defeated the others quickly. The leader is beginning to fear him but he mustered the courage to strike with a sword slash. A snapping sound is heard as the bandit's sword broke into two when the teen strikes with his own sword. In fear, the leader fell on his behind and watched his approaching with coldness in his cyan colored eyes.

He went back to town to turn in the bandit's leader and told the soldiers about the others in their base in which he tied up. He was paid by the soldiers as a tip and another payment from the Adventurer's Guild. The master of the guild looked at him with amusement. "Well, I never expected less from you boy. You're as good as the rumours say."

"Others can do it as well." He simply said.

"But not the same as you do. Say, what's your name?"

"Cyver." The teen then left the guild with his purse in hand. Being an Adventurer does give you a lot of fortune but he does want to settle in and live a peaceful life but that has to wait for awhile, not until he gains the ultimate treasure. As Cyver walks towarda an inn, on the distance, he caught a glimpse of a person who's kind of wobbling on their feet. On close inspection, the person was a girl.  She let her arms sway in front of her and her eyes has that tired look in them and looks kind of sick. She wears a red cap with a black rim, a red scarf with a single yellow lining right on the middle, a brown vest over a black shirt and leather gloves. She also wears a pair of brown boots, shorts and a single red diamond earring on her left ear. Cyver watched her passed by him and seems to feel something strange about her.

"H-Hey..." He heard someone called out and turns out it was the girl from before. "Do you know a place to rest?" She asked weakly. Cyver never interacts with others unless he needs information but this time, he gave an exception. The two soon found themselves in an inn. Cyver helped the girl regain her composure and energy in the form of treating her with food and water. He was surprised to see her gulped it down in one go.