A young man is sleeping on a field of grass outside a shabby shack looking at the starry sky as he ponders the mysteries of the world.
That young man is me , Cassius , 16 years old and an orphan in this strange new world.
As for what my last name is? I don't have one. Commoners don't deserve a name in this world it seems.
But enough about me. The sun is up and I gotta do go on with my day.
As I stand up my vision falls on my trusted shortsword. As for how a commoner has a shortsword made of steel? That's because I have decided to join the Imperial Army to have a chance to rise up in this world. The shortsword being a reward for joining the imperial training camp.
Well not much of a trusted shortsword when it has only been with me for about 6 months, since the day I joined this training camp.
I start walking my way to the so called "eternal city" after attaching the scabbard and the shortsword inside it to my belt.
After walking for a while the walls of the "eternal city" are a couple of feet away and with it a few guards outside the open city gates.