Sweat dripped from the cracks on his large forehead, chapped lips moistened as he licked the sticky leaf before rolling the earthy green contents into a cone. He coughed loudly appreciating his impeccable Spliffcraft. With his back to half of the road, he put the copper lid back on his rolling box started to tap the coned leaf down on it.

Straightening it, he lit the end with the tip of his finger, he glimpsed a shadowy figure slinking through the shrubbery behind him through the reflection in the flame. He smirked as he enlarged the flame on his fingertips, inhaling the smoke from his joint. As the flame started to engulf the boys hand he hurled it into the shrubbery behind him. The small fire ball hit the bush, putting it out instantly. Leaving a small puff of mist in the air.

Turning around, he noticed the water drizzling from the bushes around him, wetting his auburn hair.

Clever, but far too late, cheeky bastard. He thought to himself.

The boy stood contemplating while scouring along the bushes with deep hazel eyes, searching for any signs of movement. His hand slowly lowered to his side grabbing the hilt of a concealed sword from under his robes. Beginning to unsheathe his blade the boy started to ready himself in a fighting stance and he gently closed his eyes. Breathing in the boy started to turn slowly, as he turned he could begin to hear the heartbeat of his intruder. Following the sound of the flow of blood of his enemy, the boy drew his blade and blocked a throwing knife that was aimed straight for his right cheek.

’Least your not rusty.’ A voice said coming from the bushes that surround the old dirt road. A shorter boy with brighter red hair that covered one of his eyes walked out of the bushes with a cheeky smile on his face.

’Are you calling me a cunt?’ The auburn haired boy violently and almost unpredictably shouted as he pointed his finger at the other one.

’No, but you are one.’

The smaller boy winked and swayed towards the other boy and lightly tapped him on the arm. Both boys looked at each other in disgust upon both their faces. Before they both burst out laughing and started to play fight in the dirty old back road, surrounded by blackberry bushes and Conifer trees.

’Mathias.’

The taller auburned hair coloured boy exhaled as he started to put his left arm around the smaller boy, and preceeded joint still in hand to to inhale and then blow smoke in the other boys face before passing it to him.

’What’s my name?’

’Athanas.’ Mathias said as he took a toke and looked up smiling at him.

’Good. Just making sure.’

Mathias and Athanas were both orphans and although in their late teens now they spent most of their childhood growing up as orphan brothers under the protection of the famed warrior Vinar, a Wrathmorian along with Athania -Athanas’ little sister- and a few others they called family. Mathias was soon to have his nineteenth birthday; his long crimson red hair was kept up in a ponytail that spiked out towards the top of his head and a fringe that covered his left eye. Although mostly human in appearence his ears were very pointed and elf like, but had lobes that represented mankind. His eyes were blue and caked in black eyeliner and he was fairly feminine in stature.

Athanas on the other hand was quite a bit taller and had broad shoulders with short hair and while he was slimmer than Mathias he had more muscles, or at least they were much better defined. On his chin was a patch of dark ginger hair and his face was very coarse and stubbly. An obvious Ramastan with pale skin and a few freckles dotted about his body. They both lived in the small town of Terralynne in Western Ilorali, where they grew up in an orphange called connifer cottage.