Post by jensmann on Jul 18, 2009 9:03:55 GMT -5
"Today is the last time i will lie in that bed",
the young man looks around in his room. He will leave the house at the evening and heading to a small hamlet called Isinhold.
"Thats where all the adventurers start my son",
he has to grins as he reminds his father's words.
His father, there he was again, thinking about his father, remembering his words, his way.
"You are truely your father's son.",
how often had he heared this words, and he wish he could agree, how much has he tried to be like his father, his dear father. Yesterday he visisted his grave again, a small grin forms on hsi mouth,
"My father's grave?",
rememebring back then after the battle against the Devildragon, nothing more then his father's helmet was found, no corpse, no remains. Well he wasn't the only one who shared such a fate, a lot of teh brave Purpledragons who faught for the Kingdom couldn't be found or identified.
Thus this lies in the past now, the young man was just glad that his father's lord gave him work as a houseguard and his mother work in the kitchen. there she will work now when he is gone, up in the mannor in a small nice room, in a few days new people will move into this house.
The yound lad looks at his left arm and grinning at the newest tattoo. It was a gift from his mother, a special one.
"She is really good with the needle."
yes that she was, yes can make great tattoos, it was her hobby, she even made the ones for his father.
"You are your father's son Johnny",
the words again, yes he loved his father wanted to be like him, but it seems they all judge him after his fathers deeds, exept the Lord Wyvernspur, he always saw in him Johnny.
Thats why he had to leave, he wanted to be respected for his own deeds, for his own skill and talent, thats why he asked to be released out of teh service of the Lord, to go out and improve.
"You are your father's son!"
yes he was it and he never wanted to be anything else, he wants to be his father's son, know for his own skills and deeds.
the young man looks around in his room. He will leave the house at the evening and heading to a small hamlet called Isinhold.
"Thats where all the adventurers start my son",
he has to grins as he reminds his father's words.
His father, there he was again, thinking about his father, remembering his words, his way.
"You are truely your father's son.",
how often had he heared this words, and he wish he could agree, how much has he tried to be like his father, his dear father. Yesterday he visisted his grave again, a small grin forms on hsi mouth,
"My father's grave?",
rememebring back then after the battle against the Devildragon, nothing more then his father's helmet was found, no corpse, no remains. Well he wasn't the only one who shared such a fate, a lot of teh brave Purpledragons who faught for the Kingdom couldn't be found or identified.
Thus this lies in the past now, the young man was just glad that his father's lord gave him work as a houseguard and his mother work in the kitchen. there she will work now when he is gone, up in the mannor in a small nice room, in a few days new people will move into this house.
The yound lad looks at his left arm and grinning at the newest tattoo. It was a gift from his mother, a special one.
"She is really good with the needle."
yes that she was, yes can make great tattoos, it was her hobby, she even made the ones for his father.
"You are your father's son Johnny",
the words again, yes he loved his father wanted to be like him, but it seems they all judge him after his fathers deeds, exept the Lord Wyvernspur, he always saw in him Johnny.
Thats why he had to leave, he wanted to be respected for his own deeds, for his own skill and talent, thats why he asked to be released out of teh service of the Lord, to go out and improve.
"You are your father's son!"
yes he was it and he never wanted to be anything else, he wants to be his father's son, know for his own skills and deeds.