East Blue, Doatern Island
Three years back
Three years back
It was a peaceful day. The wind blew softly through everyone's hair and the sun was shining at a not too hot temperature, in a big radius. Nymeros walked around his place of birth, the town of Iegoë. It was pretty big and had lots of civilians, yet they were kind of oppressed by the nobles.
He wore his standard outfit; a red cloak with a white shirt underneath, white trousers and his spear on his back sheathed. Not to forget, his dagger, which was sheathed onto his belt.
He was 13 years old, but even at that age he wore the spear that rose more than a meter above his head. He was a skilled warrior and was able to take on anyone in this town, thanks to his late master.
He made a walk around town, through the alleyways on the sandy island, but stopped when he heard a scream. ''EEEEEK!~'' He was all alone, or so he thought. Was there someone in trouble? Nymeros slowly approached the direction of where he heard the scream.