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**jborgon** · 10-12-2011, 03:11 PM

Chapter Two
“Thanks!” James yelled back at Geronimo. Geronimo waved back smiling. Under his arm James was now carrying two thick books, their labels clearly printed on the side: Mastering the Weapon and Fighting for Rookies. As he walked through the streets of Castle Town he recognized a face here and there, but he didn’t stop to say hi. Not today he thought, today I have a purpose. So he simply walked by until he got to the gates. The smell of freedom hit him, the smell he loved so much. He started into a light trot in the direction in which he recalled the cave was. After half an hour he came to a stop, panting. He must have traveled a good 5 miles already, he wasn’t used to running from the Castle to Kakariko, after all, he was never in a hurry. He looked around and spotted something on a wall about half a mile in front of him. Recognizing it as the ‘x’ he had carved the day before, he sighed in relief and decided to walk the rest of the way. While he walked his mind went over what had happened so far.
He had explained to Geronimo his plan; that had been the first step.
“Well you know how I am never going to get into the army?” he started, and Geronimo was going to protest, to say that there was still a chance, but James kept going. “So, I have finally decided another way, maybe even a better one, to become a fighter.” At this Geronimo raised his eyebrows, obviously curious as to what this new way was. “So, I have decided to train myself, you see, but I need erm, help.”
Geronimo smiled slightly, he could see where this was going, so he simply asked, “And where do I come in, in this plan of yours?” James smiled, happy to see his old friend hadn’t started calling him foolish for such a foolish idea.
“Well, the problem is I don’t really have a way to train myself…without a book on how to fight or something. And the only place where there are that kinds of books here is…”
“The Castle Training Grounds,” finished Geronimo. James nodded. Geronimo smiled, he didn’t know if James was serious or not, but he was always glad to help him, he loved the look of happiness on his face. “Let me see what I can do,” he added and walked into a door behind him.
James waited…and waited, and waited some more. Finally, after around 20 minutes, the door reopened and Geronimo came holding the two books.
He explained, “This one,” he showed the one labeled: ‘Mastering the Weapon,’ “It portrays every weapon you can possibly imagine. Any good fighter knows that he must master as many weapons as he possibly can, but every good fighter has ‘his’ weapon. The one weapon no one will be able to beat him at, the one weapon that he will know so well that it will be like an extension to his hand. This book, will help you find that weapon.” He handed it over, and as James took it he said a simple, “Thanks.”
“Now this one,” he showed the other one labeled ‘Fighting for Rookies,’ which was much thicker, “It teaches one everything you will need for fighting. Now, this is just the basics, but if you master every single thing in here, you will be one huge step closer in becoming a warrior.” James took it as well.
He looked at them both and then smiled widely at Geronimo, “You don’t know how much I appreciate it Geronimo.”
“Don’t mention it kid, now off you go.”

So now here he was, already reaching the cave. He walked in and felt he had entered another world. The cave was really cool, unlike the field outside. He liked the darkness it created, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to work in complete darkness. He hid the books behind some rocks and left running to Kakariko. 30 minutes later James was running back into the cave, a big heavy sack in his hands. He set it down at the foot of the cave and began taking the contents out. Torches. He had gone to a store in Kakariko and bought a few torches, 10 in total. They were enough to light up the cave. He began setting them around the walls, placing them in cracks to keep them in place. Once he was done he began lighting them. After he finished doing that, the cave looked much brighter than before, and cozier too. James smiled, happy with his work. He decided to sit down and rest for a minute. He took this chance to grab one of the books and open it; it was the Fighting for Rookies. He started reading out loud to himself.

Hello there, if you are reading this you are already one step closer into becoming a fighter! Isn’t that awesome? Still, there is a long way yet to go, but we will guide you in your first steps.
Now, you may be wondering, where to start? Well first of all, you have to make sure you have the proper equipment to train! Make sure you read the next chapter, labeled Equipment and Stuff, but for now keep reading this chapter! So, why do you want to become a fighter? It doesn’t matter, the only thing that matters is that you do! Being a fighter is really cool, because, you get to fight! And who doesn’t love fighting? I’ll tell you who, boring people. That’s right, if you become a fighter, you become one of the cool guys! So I am sure you will love everything about this book. It has everything, from equipment, to exercises, to techniques! Also be sure to check out our book about choosing a weapon, and read away!

That was the end of the prologue, and with just reading that James was already bouncing with excitement. There was one thing that bothered him though, the equipment. He didn’t have any, but he was sure as hell going to get it if that’s what it took to become a fighter. He turned a couple of pages to get to what he wanted.
Equipment and Stuff
Before becoming a warrior, you have to train, and train, and train some more! And what do you need to train? Well equipment of course! He we are going to tell you a few things you need to have to begin your training. We are also going to tell you why you need them. Remember that you can always get more things than the ones we mention, but this is only the basics and most required ones you must get. So, shall we?
Dummies: These are the things you are going to use for the rest of your training life! There are several different types of training dummies. Some are the simple ones that teach you where to hit a human body depending on how badly you want to hurt it. Others, are the in-combat dummies. These dummies are made out of wood, and they have several sword-like sticks sticking out of the main body. When hit they spin in place. They are specially designed to simulate combat. Of course there are newer dummies which are for far more experienced fighters but we won’t get into those seeing as you are not yet experienced. To start your training we will only require that you have both the simple and the in-combat dummies.

James stopped reading, his mouth gaping. He had only read three paragraphs so far, and he already knew something he hadn’t known before. He would have never guessed there were different types of dummies, but now that he did know, he had to figure out how he was going to get them. He closed the book, he would go down the list one item at a time. He hid it behind the rock, and blew out the torches before walking back outside.

The Sun was beginning to set by the time he got home. He walked inside to find the table set for dinner and his mother seating there, waiting for him. He sat down across from her and looked at his plate to find his favorite meal, fried spicy fish, on it. He looked up to see his mother smiling at him and he immediately knew someone had told her about him trying to join the army again and failing. He decided to not mention it unless she did, he knew she wouldn’t be happy about him planning on training himself.
“So what’d you do today?” she asked casually.
“Not much, went to Castle Town to visit Fernando,” he answered, easily lying.
“Oh how is he? He hasn’t been over for dinner in a while…”
“Couldn’t find him.” After that they ate in silence. Once he was done James washed his plate and excused himself to his room. Once he got inside he locked the door behind him and laid down on his bed, staring at the all-white ceiling like he always did when he wasn’t tired. Suddenly, a tapping on his window disturbed him. He turned to see Fernando there, smiling. James got up and opened the window, “You know it is very rude to knock on people’s windows.”
“Hey at least I knocked,” he said as he jumped in. His usual longer-than-other-people’s black hair had been trimmed short, probably a rule enforced by the army. He landed with a quiet thud on the floor and jumped on James’ bed. He put his arms behind his head as he kicked off his shoes and turned to look at James. He grinned, his green eyes glinting in the candlelight. “Wow Jimmy, you look terrible.” James laughed, Fernando was the only one who could call him Jimmy and get away with it.
“It’s nice to see you too, Fer,” James said, sitting down at the edge of the bed.
“Whoever said it was nice to see you?” Fer joked, smiling innocently.
James smiled. “Nice haircut,” he said.
“Meh,” Fer answered, “I’ve seen better…could’ve been worse anyway. Imagine if they had made me shave my eyebrows or something, what would the world do without my beauty?!” He made a face that actually made him looked worried, then just laughed, as did James.
“So, what brings you here on this fine evening?” James asked, and Fer smiled, a glint in his eye.

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