The sun was beating hard on the old wagon as it traveled through the entrance of a city's outer walls. It was bursting with many people, civilians, and adventurers alike.

The driver, an older man in his 50s with farmer's clothing, had his horse stop in the middle of a crossroad with many people moving through it.

Sweating, the old driver took off his straw hat and began to wipe the sweat off his forehead. "Good God! This cursive sun is completely unbearable!" the old driver exclaimed angrily, and began to shake his fist at the bright star above. As if in agreement, his horse bobbed its head up and down. "Haha! Good girl!" The farmer exclaimed, patting his horse on her neck and feeling relaxed after his little fit of anger. Better tell our passenger, we've arrived.

The old driver turned his head around to face the teenage boy slumped on his wagon's side: asleep. Being in the wagon's canopy shade, the old driver could see what the boy was wearing.

The teen wore a light blue uniform with bright red line details, and black boots and gloves. Oddly enough, the farmer noticed the odd helmet the young man was wearing, which reminded him of what knights would wear into battle. Even though it bore a resemblance, it wasn't the same. Nevertheless, the teen's helmet shielded his eyes from the bright sun's rays as he slept.

"Young man...! We here!" The old driver repeated, loud enough to wake the teen from his slumber. Lifting his steel plate helmet to see if they had indeed arrived at their destination.

Noticing the rays from the sun stepping through the wagon canopy. The teen, gloomily, yawned, "Well, that was pretty quick.." he began to stand upright. Stretching his arms.

Since he traveled over on this particular land, the teen's Commons, the language predominantly spoken here. It was a second to his native tongue -though a little mixed. He still slightly pronounced his w's as v's and his v's as f's. He said, "You may stop here, please. I can walk the rest." slugging on his backpack and grabbing his rifle.

The wagon came to a slow halt, near a crossing with a food market. "Alright kid, that will be-" the old driver was cut off, as the teen tossed him two gold coins with an eagle on them.

"Danke schö- thank you, sir." The teen corrected himself and saluted off. Hopping out of the old wagon, rifle in his right hand, and his backpack strapped on.

"Young man, this is far too much for a simple ride," the old driver shouted back. "Don't you think this is-?"

"No problem," The teen assured. Patting to a small ammo pack, connected to his leather belt. "I have more where that came from. Thank you."

After a few seconds of thinking it over, the old driver nodded and tipped his hat. Urging his horse to trudge forward.

The teen followed the old wagon with his eyes as it slowly moved out of sight. Then, he sighed. "Time to follow through and do things on my own." He told himself. Hopefully, this is far enough.

Making his way through the food market stands on his right and left sides, crowded with people. The boy found a few spots in the market where it was less crowded and began to resupply himself with foodstuffs and potions. Where he was from, potions were used but always on short-supply, especially with what was happening nowadays back East and, he guessed, West on this side of the equator.

Afterward, the teen decided to look around the pretty big, town-like city. He was walking for a bit to at least see if he was going to the correct place.

While doing so, he noticed some of the residents nearby, looking at him with confusion and suspension.

"How's he going to fight dressed like that? He looks like he doesn't have any armor."

"He's not an adventure, it looks like. Maybe a foreigner?"

"Might be another greenhorn, wouldn't doubt it."

The teen, biting his tongue, continued to walk in straight marching-like order. But picked up the paced. This is unnerving! Do they not see my rifle? The teen thought, stretching out his tunic collar. Trying to let in some air to calm him down. Since the sun was still out -and beating down on his hazy shades of the blue-gray tunic and trousers he wore- it did very little.

"Gott. This place is much hotter than I expected." He said, taking off his helmet and wiping some sweat off that formed under his short, black hair.

An hour passed, and still no luck where he was. Stopping at another crossroads. The teen dropped his head in defeat. "I'm so lost. It has to be here somewhere!" The teen shouted. Loud enough for the people around to think he had lost a screw in his head.

Realizing his little outburst, the teen put back his helmet on his head and redid his chin strap. Verdammt, don't draw more attention to yourself again. You already have enough anxiety as it is!

"Excuse me?" a voice called in a low, polite matter from behind him.

Just think this through and look around.

"Umm...e-excuse me..?" the voice continued, a little higher than before.

Maybe asking someone for help will do the trick. That usually works someti-

"Excuse me!"

"Scheiße!" The teen yelped and staggered back, facing the person who scared the hell literally out of him. His hand already on the hilt of the sword attached to his belt.

"I-I'm sorry! I'm Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" The person, who was a girl, assured with her hands slightly up in defense. "Y-you just uh..couldn't hear me?"

Still shocked, the teen calmed down a bit and unsheathed his sword back into its belt case. Standing up straight again, he muttered, "Please try not to do that again. I hate when my guard is down, and that happens." The teen said more respectfully while also scratching his helmet's back, embarrassed.

Looking at the girl, he noticed she was younger than he was. And surprised to see her get up, too. She has blue eyes and long blond hair, white and blue robes, and a white beret. She carried a gold staff in her hands, reminding him of what some spell users he knew back home took.

He grumbled and hit the back of his helmet in annoyance. Congratulations, you lost your head over a petite girl that caught you with your pants down. He thought, in more pain. Though, now that he thought about it, the girl was only a couple inches shorter than him -so would "petite" still hold some merit here?

"Was there any particular reason for sneaking up on me?" He asked.

"Oh, well, you looked lost, and," She spread her hands out and gave what counted for a shrug. "I was trying to see if you needed any help?" the girl awkwardly laugh as if she was missing something.

"J-Jawohl!" The teen quickly responded to confirm she was right. "Er- Yes, I do. I just got here, and I'm trying to find a place called" his voice trailed. Putting his hand under his chin to try and remember what he was looking for. He snapped his fingers and began to dig in his pocket in a hurry.

He brought out a short folded paper that looked as if it traveled through blood and dirt, which was maybe right in the teen's case. Unfolding the article, it had slight smudges of mud but was still readable... more or less. It wasn't even his.

Should have put it in my backpack before I left. The teen thought but shrugged. What can you do? Luckily, the place was underlined beforehand and stood out like a tree in the middle of a desert. "Ah! The Guild, that's what it's called." he read triumphantly.

"Oh!" The girl in white repeated. "in that case, it's straight ahead." She answered back. Pointing to a building across the plaza they were in, with a sign confirming so.

"Oh." The teen now copied. Putting his black, gloved hand over his face. I'm blind as a bat.

The girl in white gave a small giggle before continuing the conversation -if you could even call it that: "I'm heading there right now to apply to be an adventurer!" The mage girl trailed off a bit then asked cautiously, "W-Would you like to come with me?"

Snapping away from his moment of self-pity, the uniformed boy blinked. "I appreciate it very much," He nodded eagerly. "Miss..?"

"Priestess," the girl in white said with a bright smile on her face. "You can just call me, Priestess." She offered her hand to him.

"StossTruppen," The foreign boy replied, with a tip of his helmet.

Note: Glad you finished reading my first story. I've been trying to get the layout of making stories and whatnot, but it shouldn't be too bad. Anyways, thanks again for reading; the next part will be coming up soon. Favorite and follow for updates. Comments on the story and anything else I'm not experiencing are welcomed! Have a good one, guys!

**(09/05/2020) Hello there! If you're are reading this text, don't be alarmed. I'm just passing by and updating some things to this story. If you see '**' at the bottom of the next chapters, then they were updated.

Mostly the structure and certain aspects that were glaring for me now. Trying to reduce as much excess wording as possible for a better experience for readers like you, I'm accomplishing. Nothing too serious.

Thank you for reading! And have a great day. -Victor