Tarasomin

The room is filled with elderly men. They tower over me. I am just a baby then, not even reached the first year of my life. I blink up at them, too young to understand what was happening.
"The boy is too young how do we know he will help?" One of the elderly men spits out after a long eery silence.
"He may be young but he is Laromander's offspring... Do you think he will become like his father?" Another asked eagerly.
"It doesn't matter. He is our only hope. We will continue this discussion another day. If the boy will not be granted a deed of right to live here then I shall take the boy to the wilderness. It is Laromander's will. 'Take my boy to 'The mountains of Reletar' here you will find a monk by the name of 'Anran' he will train the boy like he trained me'." From the empty silence that filled the room, it looked as though this man usualy got his way.

                 Sounds of everyday life bring me out of my daydream. I am eighteen now. I am not entirely sure how I remember that memory, but it has stuck with me since its occurance. Truth is, I couldn't handle it training with Anran. I left during the night of my fifteenth birthday... This memory even more vivid than the last. It was dark outside. The rain hadn't stopped for almost 72 hours and the wooden thatch didnt provide enough cover to block out all the rain. Anran told me that this was just part of the training process. But I'd had enough.Training for 12 hours per day since I was five had me very fit but I had come to the end of my tether. I was completely fed up with having to follow in my fathers footsteps. Anran didn't belive I had the potential to be even half as good as my father. I didn't care. All I'd heard since I was a baby was about the greatness and glory my father had. Why didn't anyone talk about me? Why didn't they think about what I wanted? Thats when I made the decision to leave for sure. During an extra long run I took a detour and never looked back. Ran for three days flat before arriving at the town of Poraltic. Which is where I've been living the past three years.

                   The town of Poraltic isn't a pretty town, not a rich town nor a strong military town. But it is my home. Well the only place I'd willingly call home. I owned a small hut on the edge of town. I'd earned my money so far by doing work for all the farmers here and also running errands. I was around 6 foot had black hair that dangled down to my shoulders. I was all muscle due to all the training I had done. The only clothes I owned were the set of black robes I was given when I turned fifteen. Even though I'd stopped training with Anran I still made sure I trained for at least 5 hours every day. I was becoming stronger and stronger everyday but I knew I had a long way to go to ever becoming as strong as the stories depicted of my father. The weapon I had used all my life was the only possesion I owned other than the clothes on my back and the roof over my head. It had been passed down from my father. I sharpened its blade every day to ensure that it will stay as sharp as the day it was given to me. Its blade reminds me that to win a battle you must be sharp in the mind as much as in the blade.

                This wasn't the life I had in mind. When I thought of leaving Anran and having my own home it felt glorious and monumental. I wanted the name 'Tarasomin' to strike fear into every living soul. So far the only thing that feared me was the local lambs. The life I was living wasn't glorious nor monumental. I wanted to leave again. But where could I go? How would I earn money? Where would I find food? Not only that but it felt like I would be running away for the second time in my life which is something I don't want to do. In the distance a screech brought a shiver down my spine. I'd like to say the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, but I was trained for situations like these. To stay calm under intense pressure. I threw the door open and sprinted. Luckily, my hut had a path to a ridge of cliff overseeing the whole town. Within seconds I was perched on top of the cliff, scanning the view below me for signs of trouble. I didn't have to look long before I found the problem. Ever since I trained with Anran I had learnt how to highten my senses. I concentrated hard on the spectacle before me. There was a man in black armour. With a sword! A farmer has stepped up to him. "No!" I scream. Too late, he slashes down the farmer and chuckles to himself.

                    Thats too much for me. I cant control my anger. I jump from the cliff. Falling. My feet land on the floor and I roll to avoid being hurt. I just jumped 50 foot and survived without injury. But I dont dwell on this. I'm too angry. I feel like I could do anything. Strength pulses through my veins. I look up, the town guard has stepped up to block the mans path. He is fighting the man. It's a hopeless battle. He knows it. He tries to slash the tall figure but it is blocked. The resulting force is enough to knock the sword out of his hand and he is reduced to his knees. The figure stands above him lifting his sword triumphantly. He brings it down with tremendous speed. I'm there before the blow can connect, our swords collide. The crowd surrounding us gasps. The guard stares at me dumbstruck. Even the figure seems taken aback. We stare at eachother for a while. My gaze meeting his. He pulls his sword up and holds it infront of him, ready to battle. I nod at the town guard, signifying for him to step back. He quickly gets to his feet and steps back into the croud. My sword now infront of me, the figure and I give eachother one final glare and the fight begins...

               I know that one wrong move could be the end of my life, but I dont let this phase me. We step in motion together, I take a deep breath. Focus in on him. "It's time to put your training to the test" I think to myself. We come together. Swords clash together. I block, dive, block and dive. He is strong. Stronger than anything I have fought before. We come together for the second time. Swords once again clash. He swings low for me. I jump high. Come down with my sword, hard. He dashes backwards but hes too slow. I catch him. The front of his helmet splits in two leaving a deep gash on his once unmarked face. The figure grunts and steps down onto one knee. He glares at me. Bring his hands up to his helmet, removes it and lets it crash to the floor. "Someone of his ability in a town like this? Hmm maybe I have found him at last!" The figure mumbles to himself. "Boy. It is obvious you have not learnt to battle like that from this petty town. Where did you train? Who trained you? What is your name?! " The figure demands of me. I dont answer, just keep my sword held out in front of me, ready to battle once again if the need be. Realising I wont respond, he sneers at me and stands up. But then he does something unexpected. He picks up his helmet, nods at me, turns around and walks off in the direction he came.

             As soon as the figure dissapeared from view the crowd erupts into jubilous cheers. The adrenaline once pumping through my body dissapates. I feel heavy, weak. My arms and legs shake at the burden of keeping myself standing. 'How did you do it?' 'Who are you really?'. I hear the questions but my brain wont function. I need rest. Slowly making my way home. The croud stays behind to talk about the events. Its clear that occurences like these have never descended on a simple town like Poraltic before. All the way home I have the feeling I am being followed but I dont have the energy to find out. All that matters to me now is making it home. I think about the straw bed waiting for me. The thought of somewhere to rest numbs the aching pain in my body. My hut comes into view. I'm almost there. My hand touches the door. I hear footsteps. Wind rushes past my head. The last thing I see is the gashed face of a figure, staring down upon me, eyes sparkling...

Ok so thats just the first part, just wondering if I should continue? Feedback would be nice

Second part added now