The Yakamazi Story
1. Meet Ben and Me
It was another peaceful day in Llewthor. There wasn't much to do there and nothing of any interest seemed to ever happen. It was one of them towns where if someone's dog died, everyone would know about it. I strived for something more. I wasn't sure what exactly but I knew I needed something. I was 16 at the time, what would I know.
I've always been the kind of character who gets into things. By this I mean that I have a fairly childlike mind, and by that I mean that if i'm shown something, I can get into it and will give myself fully to it. That' thing will become the the most important thing in my world. Even simple silly things. If we were gonna build forts as kids, I'd build THE fort. You know, that one that was impossible to break into or destroy. That's just me. It always has been and always will be, and I guess that's why I found Llewthor so dull. It seemed like there was no way in or out. It was a self sufficient town so the only visitors we ever got were the postman (who travelled by horse) and the odd hiker from the next towns. I relied on my friends to make my days fun.
I had many friends but I spent most of my time with Ben. All my friends were fun, but Ben was fun in a way that I found to be more entertaining. He was a year older than me, and it seemed like he was waiting on a pending war or something. He would insist on making sure that he was mentally prepared for an epic battle, by fight training and generating weapons from sticks or whatever he could get his hands on. I found this fun so I would get involved (as I did) and join him. We would spar together and choreograph extreme fight sequences with sticks. We would dog fight until submission and made our own hunting gear, which only tended to last a few days each time. It was all fun, but I did notice that playing like this had some long term bonuses. I found that when playing hide and seek I had some serious moves up my sleeve. I found that when we played manhunt, no matter the odds, I could always get back to the base. I guess with Ben, I learned that training (even if it was just fun and messing around) would make you stronger.
Ben was also really good at telling stories. He told stories of fearsome demons, fire breathing dragons, the rising dead and war machines that billowed great dark fogs of burning oils as they moved. He claimed that every story he told me was true, and that it was happening even just a few miles outside of town. He said he had his sources. I just listened in amusement because the stories were fun. I thought he had the makings of a wise man, but I never really took him seriously. At the end of the day I was young, and I had never left the area, so he could make up anything he wanted.
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Uploaded: 28th November 2010
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