Post by serial on Oct 14, 2006 10:25:55 GMT -5
Born as a Farmer in the silver Marches, mother died when I was verry young, raised by my father, an old warveteran and skilled with the sword and bow, which he passed on to me.
At the age of 12 I for the first time asked my father how mother died. My father reacted with a slight frown and looked at me for a long time.
- well I guess i's time I told ya wha' happen,
I took a seat and waited for my father to beginn.
-I killed her son, I killed her 'n tha' stupid elf.
He notice my horrified look at the news, and just as I opened my mouth to try to speak he raises his hand as holding my words back and continues to talk with calm
ya see boy.. me and yer mother was a forced marage, 'n agreement between 'er parents 'n mine, my father told me she was no' for plesure an' "love" 's long as she cooks the food 'n helps with the fields i's fine. 'n I accepted tha'
He frowns slightly as he continues to talk
yer mother was no' of farmin material I tell ye... wa' more of the silly girl with them silly dreams of 'er knight in shinin armor talkin 'er on adventure...
after I got back from service a year before ye were born.. the farm was a mess, took me months te get it all tegether
I noticed he clenches his fist as he continues, staring into the small fireplace
was mid summer when I started te suspect somethin was wrong... two years ye were at the time...
yer mother left for walks close te every day 'n wen' te town far more often... so I decided one day te follow 'er
he grinns slightly.
she wen' te a secluded place by a small cliff jus' a league away from 'er... 'n I found tha' she met up with tha' elf, I sat down in hidin an listen to what they said. he pauses a moment now yer mother was one beautyfull woman I tell ye bu' she could be outsmarted by a rock, 'n tha' was one dumb rock.
apperantly the elf had convinced 'er tha' 'e was goin to take 'er on a jurney 'n she belived 'im te be a great warrior of some sort...
didn' talk me long te figure tha' was not entierly true, figured this one was one of words an' no' action.
he was armed though, a blade so fine tha' it was no match to see tha' it never sank its blade into the slightes' of critters. 'n a bow bluilt more from feathers 'n ribbons than wood. clearly made fer it's looks 'n not usability
after that he pauses looking into the fire for a long time, I dared not to speak but just sat in silence watching him, intill he finaly says
after tha' I went out 'n killed them... the fool of an elf died in an honest duel with me... short one but still I gave him a fair chance.
as for yer mother I killed her couse she had dishonored me. Now I didn' mind gettin rid of her but sneaking away behin' my back 'n literary askin the elf to slay me were I stand as she did. I didn' think she deserved i'...
after he finished he looked into the fire again and stayed slient. I long just sat and watched him, at first I had a hard time accepting what I just had heard.
I hold my father no grudge, I know my father and I know father would not go murder anyone for no good reason. The elf, well he was just an elf, as all elfs full of trickery and highborn ego, one less is never a bad thing.
And as for my mother, the bitch wanted my father dead, she had gone behind his back and was no better than the elf. they both deserved death.
I asked my father a few days after the story. how he killed them. he told me that was not for the ears of one my size, and that he would tell me when I was older, I am thankfull that he did, a slow and painfull death it was.
To be continued
At the age of 12 I for the first time asked my father how mother died. My father reacted with a slight frown and looked at me for a long time.
- well I guess i's time I told ya wha' happen,
I took a seat and waited for my father to beginn.
-I killed her son, I killed her 'n tha' stupid elf.
He notice my horrified look at the news, and just as I opened my mouth to try to speak he raises his hand as holding my words back and continues to talk with calm
ya see boy.. me and yer mother was a forced marage, 'n agreement between 'er parents 'n mine, my father told me she was no' for plesure an' "love" 's long as she cooks the food 'n helps with the fields i's fine. 'n I accepted tha'
He frowns slightly as he continues to talk
yer mother was no' of farmin material I tell ye... wa' more of the silly girl with them silly dreams of 'er knight in shinin armor talkin 'er on adventure...
after I got back from service a year before ye were born.. the farm was a mess, took me months te get it all tegether
I noticed he clenches his fist as he continues, staring into the small fireplace
was mid summer when I started te suspect somethin was wrong... two years ye were at the time...
yer mother left for walks close te every day 'n wen' te town far more often... so I decided one day te follow 'er
he grinns slightly.
she wen' te a secluded place by a small cliff jus' a league away from 'er... 'n I found tha' she met up with tha' elf, I sat down in hidin an listen to what they said. he pauses a moment now yer mother was one beautyfull woman I tell ye bu' she could be outsmarted by a rock, 'n tha' was one dumb rock.
apperantly the elf had convinced 'er tha' 'e was goin to take 'er on a jurney 'n she belived 'im te be a great warrior of some sort...
didn' talk me long te figure tha' was not entierly true, figured this one was one of words an' no' action.
he was armed though, a blade so fine tha' it was no match to see tha' it never sank its blade into the slightes' of critters. 'n a bow bluilt more from feathers 'n ribbons than wood. clearly made fer it's looks 'n not usability
after that he pauses looking into the fire for a long time, I dared not to speak but just sat in silence watching him, intill he finaly says
after tha' I went out 'n killed them... the fool of an elf died in an honest duel with me... short one but still I gave him a fair chance.
as for yer mother I killed her couse she had dishonored me. Now I didn' mind gettin rid of her but sneaking away behin' my back 'n literary askin the elf to slay me were I stand as she did. I didn' think she deserved i'...
after he finished he looked into the fire again and stayed slient. I long just sat and watched him, at first I had a hard time accepting what I just had heard.
I hold my father no grudge, I know my father and I know father would not go murder anyone for no good reason. The elf, well he was just an elf, as all elfs full of trickery and highborn ego, one less is never a bad thing.
And as for my mother, the bitch wanted my father dead, she had gone behind his back and was no better than the elf. they both deserved death.
I asked my father a few days after the story. how he killed them. he told me that was not for the ears of one my size, and that he would tell me when I was older, I am thankfull that he did, a slow and painfull death it was.
To be continued