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History of Richard 2 by Beowulf Thormear
"I see the bathtub bubble eater from Moonglow finally produced that infernal child. Best that I take it before she corrupts the boy with whatever they teach those pacifist mages on that pitiful island" A man dressed in casual black leather armor barged into the room, knocking over several midwives as he approached the bedridden mother and her child.
"No! You will not have him, you have taken everything from me, without this child I am nothing, I will never permit you to do this!" The woman screamed frantically as tears streamed from her eyes.
"Then you will be nothing. I will take pity on you for giving birth to a son this day, be thankful for my mercy." The High Advocate strayed his hands towards his sides, and drawing a dagger, accurately implanted its blade in the woman's neck, trailing blood over the once again crying child. "What is the child's name, answer me or join your mistress!" The High Advocate screamed into the crowd of midwives huddled together in a fearful embrace.
"Richard my lord& his name is Richard& please, let us leave, we mean no harm to you or your family& " a midwife stuttered, looking with tear stained eyes at the figure grasping the newborn child.
"Richard& your name shall be changed upon your induction into the Way. Until then, you shall retain the weakness of your lineage." The High Advocate spoke to the child, striding with heavy footsteps out of the small hut nestled on the outskirts of the busy city of Moonglow.
"Zealot Terangal, take this child and begin his training immediately. I want the lore of the Way read to him as bedtime stories, I want the conditioning of his mind to be complete, I want him to live and breathe the path of the sword. He is the woman's son now, but he shall be mine soon enough." The High Advocate screamed at one of the entourage stationed outside of the hut. "Prepare the boats before the infernal mages find out we are here, we shall sail towards the temple this evening."
The sun began to set
into golden waters as an
old mage stood upon a
cliff overlooking the
horizon. A katana stood
at his side, at conflict
with the wardrobe of a
scribe draped over his
figure. "I shall never
forget you grandson of
Richard. If you are your
mother's son I shall see
you again, just as she
promised. If not& I pray
for what I will have to
do."
Chapter Three - The Way of the Sword
The dark forest lay nestled within the western reaches of the Minoc peninsula, stretching a great distance to the west, where the mountains and ocean stopped its path. A child of no more then eight years of age stood upon a small outcropping of stone. Trees and wildlife bustled about around him; insects crawled over the child's flesh, some biting as beads of sweat built up upon his skin. The child stood unflinching as he neared his second day of fasting and concentration, despite the horrible hunger pains and insect bites that wracked his fragile form.
"Excellent, you may be blessed with acknowledgment of my lineage yet, Richard." A roughly dressed High Advocate spoke, releasing the child from his concentration. "You have lasted twice as long as even the most prodigal student of our order. However, it will take much more then two days of fasting to remove the shame of your blood. You are still a disgrace by nature. Report to your sleeping area, you have one hour to bathe and eat with the rest of the students before you are prepared for combat training." The High Advocate threw the boy to the ground, sneering as the child scampered towards his sleeping area.
"You can do better
then that you worthless
runt!" a darkly clad fully
grown soldier barked at a
blue eyed child engaging
him in ruthless one on
one combat. The child
feigned to the right as
his blade met with his
attackers, sending sounds
of clashing metal into the
cool late afternoon air.
The child stepped
backwards while parrying
several of the soldiers
well aimed blows, and
eventually in his retreat,
caught the tip of a rock
and fell harshly
backwards. The child began
to raise his sword and
whimper as the soldier
approached him with a
gloating countenance.
"Now its time to add a
scar to you for a failed
lesson boy. I don't agree
with your fathers
methods, but orders are
orders." The soldier
raised his blade in the
air and aimed a savage
strike at the boy's
midsection. The boy lunged
back, and with several
graceful movements, took
advantage of his
opponents lowered defense,
leaving a deep and bloody
gash along the soldier's
upper torso, a hair length
away from the neck.
"Never think you have defeated an opponent until you have his ashes within your hands, Eoric. The boy grinned and kept his blade readied in a defensive stance, in case of any aggression by his defeated sparring companion.
"Sometimes I swear you speak with your father's words, Richard. You definitely fight with his sword arm." The soldier limped away from the battle circle as the group of young trainees stood wide eyed at the defeated swords trainer and the High Advocates son.
"Keil, when you look
towards the ocean, what
do you see?" Two
children stood upon a
small hill of rock
overlooking the waters of
the northern seas. Blood
dripped slightly from the
older boy's chest as he
stood exhausted after a
testing duel.
"I don't bloody know& water?" The older boy panted and gasped for air as he spoke labored words.
"I see& so much& so much space, so peaceful, untouched by war or fear, entirely pure." The child stood in a serene pose, looking over the waters as the sun began to sink deep beneath the waves.
"Damnit Richard, you sit there so calm and peaceful after that horrendously long sparring session. You weren't even trying, look at you, you're not even sweating, you look like a blasted noble with that spotless armor of yours." The older boy sat down to regain his breath, glaring almost comically at the younger boy staring out towards the horizon.
"Keil, you speak more then a blasted noble, shut up and catch your breath. We will go back to the sleeping quarters and catch an early rest; tomorrow I hear we will be practicing group battle tactics." The younger boy returned the comical grin and continued to stare into the endless horizon of water and drowned sunlight.