Chapter 5

                                    

                                          
Chapter 5: weapons
Zane Peirce POV. 
It had been days since the incident in the vortex. I was getting ready in my room. It was a room the royal family gave me for my training. It was still a shock to be trained by Sir Laurel which was the king of Caraea before Quinn’s father. I put on the outfit I had when I first came to the castle and headed downstairs where the carriage taking me home was waiting. But there was also someone else waiting for me. 
Sir Oliver and Prince Laurel where already inside the carriage. Quinn waved at me a little to casually while walking towards the vehicle pulled by four peacock horses, which are the common type of horses in this world. 
“Took you long enough to get here, brat.” Oliver basically smirked at me as the carriage took off. 
“You do know I have a name, right?” I replied. I was tired of him calling me a brat like I was some arrogant noble or something. 
“Technically, you should be proud that he gave you a nickname.” Prince Quinn chimed in. “He usually addresses people with ‘Sir’ or ‘ma’am’ when talking to them. Him calling you ‘brat’ means he took a liking to you.” 
“Well, maybe Sir Oliver can call me something other than something he could call someone arrogant with.” I told him. 
Sir Oliver spoke, “Alright, “kid’.” 
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We spent about half an hour in silence when the carriage somewhere that wasn’t my house. It was a weapons shop in a different town. Adventurers and fighters-in-training bought weapons and supplies in these types of shops. I wonder why we’re here. 
“Where are we?” I asked getting out of the carriage with Quinn. I didn’t even stick with formalities at this point. 
“We are in the town of Northpass. If I’m going to teach you in archery and sword fighting, you’re going to have to need a bow and a sword to practice with, right?” Oliver explained. Mentioning the sword again. 
“But my parents already bought me a bow and what about that sword thing?” I stated. 
“Just trust the process Zane. My grandfather is really picky about everything. Other than me and my brother, you’re the only other student he picked among all the nobles out there.” Quinn said to me putting a hand on my shoulder before entering the shop. 
That statement did bring up a few questions in mind. Why did he pick me? Why did he really want to teach me sword fighting? I only got back to my senses when the carriage driver started shaking me. Seriously, what’s with people and shaking me when I’m deep in thought. 
“Sir Pierce, is everything alright?” the driver put his somewhat large hand on my shoulder. A look of concern on his face. 
“I’m alright..." I paused for him to tell me his name. 
“Alfred, Sir.” he replied. Wow, another cliché name. 
This world really was similar to clichés I saw in movies and read in books in my past life. Where life was different. 
I entered the shop and the first thing I noticed was the smell of metal when being melted. I also noticed that the shop was larger on the inside than it appeared outside. Curious, I started browsing through the things on the shelves. 
Many weapons from medieval times like polearms, maces, battle axes and other weapons in different sizes with different runes or carvings on the handles sat on shelves or display cases. There were also many adventurers in the shop.