Halbert's heavy footsteps broke the silence of the calm morning. It was funny, he reflected; his mother had only given him two pieces of advice before he left, and he had already ignored one of them. The first was to be quiet and careful. The second - which he had originally taken as a joke - was "don't die".
Don't die. The words had a haunting effect on Halbert now that he was carrying a real weapon, rather than the crudely carved wooden sticks that he had practiced with back at home. At home, he had been protected from the rest of the world; when he practiced swordplay, there was never any danger of injuries with the sticks they had used. Now, however... Halbert was slowly beginning to realize that he had graduated beyond practice with the sword; it was time for him to begin using it. But there was one problem with the sword: it worked. Halbert had never intentionally killed, or even injured, anyone in the past, aside from the usual small fights a boy encounters back in Meids.
Don't die. Halbert stumbled over the rough ground, lost in his thoughts. He tried and failed to regain focus on the ground ahead of him; he knew it was important to be aware of his surroundings, but he wanted to think about what he was doing, rather than just doing it. He looked at his best friend, Filbert, who walked to his left. Filberth was as an older brother to Halbert; he frequently tried to imitate Filberth's mannerisms, in an attempt to see what was "normal". Halbert's social skills were relatively lacking in comparison to Filberth's, despite his best efforts. Filberth seemed focused on checking the ground in front of him to make sure it was safe, glancing around to look for enemies.
It only just hit Halbert - now he had enemies, people who wanted him dead. Foremost among them were outlaws; his mother had warned him to never trust the evil-doers of the north, or so she had called them. He had always taken her word for it; who was he to question what was right and what was wrong? All the same, he couldn't help but wonder: what if the outlaws were people, too? Could he really bring himself to kill people just like him, even if they wanted to kill him?
Don't die. If only it were that simple...
Halbert, my main character.
Filberth, one of my main secondary characters.
Note - sorry, the story is a sold wall of text this time. I wrote this about a year and a half after posting this; the buld was originally just intended to be a generic scene with my character, so the story doesn't match up that much with the build. All the same, the story is certainly better than the "story" that was originally posted here.