Second chapter of the day! I will be releasing Altine's city map soon.It will help in easier understanding of coming chapters.

I have started writing in 1 person POV.after few chapters or probably next I will shift to 3 person.

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The biggest problem when living on the streets is not food.It's the local goons and the watch.Meeting the local goons always meant bad luck.They would take away everything you have in the name of protection fees.Goddamn their protection fees, it was simple extortion. While the watch would not let you live peacefully.If caught a beating or two was sure.In case of extreme badluck finding yourself in the prison was not surprising.Luckily , my badluck has not yet reached the extreme side.

I was going through lean times.First off all, it was damn cold during nights and I had to find shelter.I knew there were several abandoned factories and warehouse in the older part of merchant section.Years ago, this had been the center of commerce for the many trade goods that went in and out of the city but, over the past couple of decades, the economy of the nation had been continuously declining and fewer goods and trades came into and went out of the city. The district was a sore reminder of better times, and many of the abandoned warehouses and trade goods shops now served as shelter to the city’s many homeless.

I slinked across the street and ducked into the dark opening of the doorway of a vacant building which I had found. I looked carefully around the dusty, cluttered room to ensure that it was indeed unoccupied. I had no mood to find myself facing local goons.

The building appeared to be a long-abandoned warehouse given the many wooden boxes and crates that probably once held various trade goods.I found myself a dusty corner near the backdoor, incase I needed to escape.Positioning the rotten crates around, I made myself a small room, to prevent someone from finding me.I decide to spend my night here.Throwing down the knife which I always kept, I found few rags to serve as a bed.I quickly fell asleep.

"A young white robes man, was swinging his sword around.An older man was instructing him.Everything appeared hazy.The swordsman was going through several stances while the sword was being swinged around."

Bang!! A loud voice woke me up from my dreams.

"Bloody hell, and here I thought I could finally get a good night sleep!" I mumbled. I could hear low, muffled voices and footsteps shuffling about in the rooms outside the door. The voices cut out, but i could still hear the footsteps coming closer to the wall of my hiding place. My hand flew to the hilt of my knife as the footsteps stopped right outside the wall of  small temporary shelter.

As the crates were slowly pulled apart, I  swiftly pulled the knife out and held it in front of me in a guard position which i remembered from my dream.Standing in front of me, silhouetted by the waxing morning light, was a old bearded man. I could just make out two other figures beyond the open door in the gloom behind the man.

"Waah!what do we have here?"the man rumbled in a deep voice, which didn't go well with his old appearance." Haha, you thinking bout poking us to death with that piece of metal, boy?"

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"This piece of metal will be least of your worries if you put your hands on me!" I steadily said, which surprised me , as I was scared shitless.

The man in front of me looked at me deeply,then grinned showing his few left teeths, "Haha, laddie I believe you.Don't worry we are not here to trouble ya,mind you.We just a family looking for shelter, so mind sharing.oh,please put away that piece of metal which you call knife."

I simply kept on looking at him, thinking over what he said, when he  interruptedy my thinking.

"Why don't ya join us,laddie. Mind you, we will treat you better than what ya have been through"

"Why should I trust you any more than others that I have run afoul of?" I asked him.

" Hahaha, true boy, true.Ya know you sound like a noble with all that speaking! I'll pardon your insult to my good character and intentions and tell you true. From the looks of you, you’re one of us now. Me and my group take care of our own. Come on out. I got a bit of bread and some cold beans I’ll share, and don’t try to tell me ya  ain’t hungry. It was your rumbling belly that led us right to this room ya been hiding in."

Pondering over what he said, I lowered my knife and followed him out.Anyway the odds of me escaping were quite low.If they tried to hurt me, i could run Through the hidden backdoor.I found myself between several children all of them older than me.They were already sitting around a fire.The old man went and sat in the middle of the group.He bade me to sit, and offered me some bread and soup.Before I knew, i was already wolfing down the bread and the soup.Everybody kept on watching me.After licking the bowl cleaned I returned it to him.

He grinned and said" I guess it's time for ya alls introduction.You can call me Old man Jones.Leader of this group and father of these all."Pointing at others he kept on introducing them."That big lad is Cooper, he's Peter, she's Stella and that laddie over there is Dick."referring to a boy who had been hidden among shadows."Now, that brat is Cooper-2, and that lady over there is Mist, he's Charlie and that fatso is just fatty."ending the introductions whe looking at me pointedly.

Cooper was a large brawny boy.He looked around 16 and seemed eldest of all.He had short badly cut black hair which suited his pig like face.Peter was a thin looking boy of about 15.He was always smiling and could be called handsome.Looking at him, I was sure he could swindle a person out of his clothes.Stella was a pleasent looking auburn hair girl of around 10.She was blushing when she looked at me.Dick was a silent looking black haired boy.He was like whipcord, think and lean.Cooper 2 was also a big brawny guy.He looked around 16 and was a pure muscle head.Mist was a beauty.She had blond hairs and was at same age as me.Charlie was the most average looking of all.He was ordinary in every sense.He looked around 14 but he could be 15.Fatty as the names goes was a fatty with huge protruding belly.He was wearing specks, and sweat dooted his face.His red hairs were cut short and reflected the fire well.

"I am Sylver, and thanks for allowing me to join you" I lied and became part of my third family.I had a hunch that next few days were going to be quite fun.