This is a Middle Age gay Roman Novel I am making, I have finished chapter and I'm sharing it!! ====================<3===================== The Artisan: A Roman Fantasy Novel Dedicated to anyone who almost lost them self. I ran down the alleyway and into a dark corner, where I could hide. He was after me. He’s been searching for me for months, almost a year now. Zak. Zak the viking. He’s been after me ever since I had a little thing with his younger brother. His brother, Herod, was nothing like Zak. Zak was a viking, Herod was a merchant. Zak loved to fight, he fought all the time while Herod was busy making trades with peasants, artisans- like me-, or foreign country townspeople. Sometimes even nobles. Herod was kind, the type of kind where he would maybe fight off an army or stab himself for you, unlike Zak. He was cold and mean, and he always seemed to want to kill someone. Zak never liked me, while Herod loved me. Herod loved me, and I loved him. “Milo, I know you’re here somewhere. You cannot hide for long.” Zak said in a sing-song voice. Herod didn’t care if I was an artisan, or a noble, he just liked me for me. Zak didn’t want anyone, and to be honest, no one wanted him either. No one wanted Zak because he was a viking, but everyone wanted Herod, but not because he was a merchant, he just had that special charm to him. Everyone wanted to be close to him, but he only wanted me. I heard Zak slowly getting closer. I looked behind me, an old building stood there. The kind of old building where the bricks were worn out enough to stick the tips of your fingers in and- if you were strong enough- climb it. I tried to be quiet making my way up there, but I wasn’t so lucky. A rock fell out of my sack, I was taking them to my father. He had been sick and we needed rocks to surround the campfire- the other ones got too small from being used too much. Zak chuckled and I heard the noise of his sword being pulled out of its leather case. He knows I'm here, and he knows I know. I started to climb faster. It was hard but I knew I could manage. I didn’t know how high the building was until I got to the top. I looked down, I was maybe about 50-60 feet in the air. But when I looked down, I did not see Zak. Maybe I lost him. Maybe he gave up again. Or maybe something scared him away. I stood back up, (I was crouching) turned around and Zak was standing there. One hand on his hip and the other holding a sword. “I might just win this time, Milo.” Zak said, brushing off some of his jet black hair from his face with his free hand. I’m trapped. He’s blocking the trapdoor to inside the building, and the only other place to go is off this building. I have no choice but to fight. Well, not fight, but defend myself until he’s tired or I can get out of here. “Here, I’ll play fair this time.” Zak said, then proceeded to throw down his sword behind him. He decides to make the first move, he swings a punch to my face, causing me to stumble back a bit, but not far enough to fall off of the edge. Just a second after I recover from the punch, he kicks me on my left side, causing me to fall down. Zak grabs me by my collar and holds me over the edge. “Wow Milo…Even when I don’t use my sword I beat you. You’re just a little weakling Milo, face it.” He holds me more over the edge. He loosens his grip slightly, but then a second later, Herod yells, “Hey! Put him down, Zak!” Zak turns around, dropping me on the roof as he does so. I scoot back a bit, watching the scene between the two brothers unfold.
I made this chapter and I hope you like it :3
