Today marked the 15th day since arriving into this world. He made haste he has learned when the academy has their admissions he learned they are having it within 9 days from now. The only problem is the risk it posed he had no clue what the academy admission test was and its much further he would use all their wealth to simply travel there. his family usually rents a horse from a neighbor for harvesting day.
He had already prepared water, food, clothes for some days, and a knife; all that was left was to rob his parents of their belongings.
As night fell, Zar listened to the familiar sounds of his parents settling down for the evening. His heart pounded in his chest, but he knew he had to remain calm. This was his only chance. With silent steps, he made his way to his parents' room. He could hear their steady breathing, a stark contrast to the turmoil in his mind.
He slipped into the room, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. The small box where they kept their savings was under the bed. He carefully reached for it, trying not to make a sound. As his fingers closed around the box, a floorboard creaked. Zar froze, holding his breath. His mother stirred but didn't wake.
Relieved, Zar continued, slowly pulling the box out. He opened it and took the money inside, feeling a pang of guilt. "This is for a greater purpose," he reminded himself. With the money securely tucked away, he quietly exited the room and returned to his own.
The next morning, Zar acted as if everything was normal. He helped with the chores, all the while planning his next move. He knew he needed a way to travel to the academy, and the nearest place to find a carriage was StoneHaven, the town where they sold vegetables.
"Father," Zar began during breakfast, "I was thinking of going to StoneHaven to sell some of our crops and buy a few supplies. We might get a better price there."
Mikhail looked at him thoughtfully. "That's a good idea, Zar. But it's a long trip. Are you sure you're up for it?"
Zar nodded confidently. "Yes, father. I want to help as much as I can."
Mikhail smiled, clearly proud of his son's initiative. "Alright, then. We'll prepare the cart, and you can leave tomorrow."
The rest of the day was spent preparing for the trip. Zar loaded the cart with vegetables and other goods to sell. He made sure to include the essentials he had packed for himself. By nightfall, everything was ready.
Zar hardly slept that night, his mind racing with thoughts of the journey ahead. He knew this was just the beginning, and he had to be prepared for whatever challenges came his way. As dawn broke, he quietly got up, dressed, and made his way outside.
Mikhail was already there, securing the last of the goods to the cart. "Be careful, son," he said, his voice tinged with worry.
"I will, father," Zar replied, trying to hide his impatience. He climbed onto the cart and took the reins of the rented horse. With a final nod to his father, he set off towards StoneHaven.
The journey was uneventful at first, the familiar landscape of fields and forests passing by. Zar used the time to think about his next steps. He needed to find a carriage and someone willing to take him to the academy. It was a long shot, but he was determined to make it work.
As he approached StoneHaven, the hustle and bustle of the town came into view. It was a stark contrast to the quiet village he had grown accustomed to. Merchants, travelers, and townsfolk filled the streets, their voices creating a constant hum of activity.
Zar found a spot to set up his stall and began unloading the goods. He quickly fell into the rhythm of bartering and selling, all the while keeping an eye out for potential carriage drivers. His mind raced with possibilities, each sale bringing him closer to his goal.
By midday, Zar had sold most of the goods and had made a decent amount of money. He took a moment to rest and assess his situation. He needed to find someone trustworthy enough to take him to the academy. As he looked around, his eyes fell on a group of men near the edge of the market. They were talking animatedly, and one of them seemed to be in charge.
Zar approached them cautiously. "Excuse me," he said, trying to sound confident. "I'm looking for a ride to the academy. Do you know anyone who might be able to help?"
The men turned to look at him, their expressions curious. The one in charge, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, spoke up. "The academy, eh? That's quite a distance. What's a young lad like you want there?"
"I have important business," Zar replied, hoping his vague answer would suffice. "I can pay well."
The man studied him for a moment, then nodded. "I might know someone. Wait here."
Zar watched as the man walked away, his heart pounding with anticipation. This was it. His chance to get to the academy and start his journey towards immortality. He just had to be patient and wait for the opportunity.
The man returned a short while later with another man, older and with a kind face. "This is Borin," the burly man said. "He has a carriage and might be willing to take you."
Borin looked Zar up and down. "You sure you want to go to the academy, boy? It's a tough place."
"I'm sure," Zar replied firmly. "I'm ready for it."
Borin nodded. "Alright, then. I'll take you. But it'll cost you."
Zar handed over the money he had taken from his parents. "This should cover it."
Borin examined the money and nodded. "Deal. We leave at first light."
Zar felt a surge of relief. He had done it. He was one step closer to his goal. As he prepared for the journey ahead, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. The academy awaited, and with it, the promise of power and immortality.