First Drink

A young boy crept through the dimly lit training ground, the cold air sending shivers down his spine. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a faint glow over the old stone buildings. He tightened his grip on the flickering lantern, taking cautious steps to avoid disturbing the slumbering guard dogs that patrolled the area.

His friends had been longing for a taste of something other than their usual fare, and this boy was determined to find a way to make it happen. Legends whispered of a hidden cellar tucked away beneath the training ground, rumored to hold rare and exquisite wines. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to surprise his friends and lift their spirits. Training had been hard this past year and it's all because of "The Naming".

The heavy scent of dampness filled the air as our young inspiring thief reached the entrance to the cellar. His heart raced with anticipation as he gently eased open the creaking wooden door, wincing at every noise. The last thing he wanted was to alert the dogs to his presence.

As he descended the stone steps, the boy's lantern cast eerie shadows on the damp walls. The flickering light revealed row upon row of dusty wine barrels, their age-old secrets waiting to be discovered. He couldn't help but imagine the delight on his friends' faces when they tasted the hidden treasures.

Cautiously, he approached the first barrel, running his fingers over the rough surface. He wondered which one contained the finest vintage. The cellar had an air of mystery, and he knew he had to choose quickly. Each delay could mean the difference between success and failure.

His heart skipped a beat as he heard a faint rustling noise from the corner of the cellar. Panic surged through his veins, and he froze, holding his breath. A pair of glowing eyes emerged from the shadows, and the boy's heart sank. It was one of the guard dogs, awakened by his presence. Thick brown and black fur covered it's body. Only stopping at its bronze shell on its back. They have the ability to roll into a ball preforming a tackle that can brake bones.

With quick thinking, the boy withdrew a piece of dried meat from his pocket, hoping to distract the dog. He tossed it to the side, watching as the canine's attention shifted. As the dog eagerly devoured the treat, the new thief continued his search, trying not to make any sudden movements.

Barrel after barrel, he carefully inspected the labels, searching for the perfect wine. The aroma of aged oak and subtle notes of fruits filled his senses. Finally, he found it—an exquisite red wine, known for its exceptional taste and rarity. The label shimmered under the lantern's light, a beacon of hope for his friends' enjoyment.

With great care, he placed the chosen bottle in a concealed bag, his heart pounding with both excitement and nervousness. He couldn't wait to share this newfound joy with his friends, to see their faces light up with delight.

As he made his way back through the cellar, ensuring not to disturb the sleeping dog, his steps lighter than ever before. He emerged from the hidden depths, the night sky greeting him with a soft breeze. The dogs remained undisturbed, and mastermind let out a sigh of relief.

With the bottle safely hidden away, the boy retraced his steps through the training ground, taking care to leave no trace of his presence. The journey back seemed faster, propelled by the thought of his friends' happiness. The anticipation grew with every step, fueling his determination.

As he approached their gathering spot, a smile spread across the boy's face. The adventures of the night had been worthwhile. Little did he know that this night would be etched into their memories as a testament to their friendship, bravery, and the shared moments of joy.

The silence of the night became a memory as the boy's last steps from success was acquainted by a word,

"Boy!"