The Keeper of Secrets

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THE KEEPER OF SECRETS by Dorien

As my life progesses it is harder and harder for me to recall the events that outline my distant past. I can remember the farm on which I grew up on. We had only a few acres of land on the outskirts of Britain but it was enough for me and my father to live off of. My mother had died as she lead me into this cursed domain in where we live. On the farm we hadn't a horse to do the plowing so I did it all by hand. We had a happy christian home. That is, untill the season of the frost came one year. It was early Autumn when it struck and we had yet to harvest the full harvest. I was working over time because my father had been struck by the illness of the frost. A disease for which there was no cure. I worked hard to get the food for us and to keep my father well, but he kept slipping further and further away from me and our life.

One day when I was in our potatoe portion of our garden a knight strode up. He was dressed in deep bronze armor and beared the emblem of a LION. He walked into our home and stole our daily pickings and our mornings soup. When my father comfronted him he was delt such a blow that he was thrown half way across the den. He got up are crippled and leg bleeding. He had an object in his hand. He had drawn it from under the bed. It was a sword, a magnificent sword! With this he thrusted it at the Knight and with great ease slayed him. As I watched in disbeleaf I relized that my father wasn't a poor peasent farmer but a heroic warrior. I was so proud of him. I can remember me embracing him and laughing. Ah, the good years. Life was hard but, the good moments we had were cherished . We sat there he began to speak. " Son we have commited high treason. This is on of the knights of the Order,under Lord British's command. We must leave this place or be burned at the stake." So we gathered up what we could and I tried to make the best of everything, but I couldn't. Where would we go? Where would we live? We traveled long and hard. Winter was setting in and it was cold. Death was around us and my father's arm had become useless and gangreened. The frost killed everythihng in it's path and there was little to eat. What we had my father sacaficed to me. Upon the coming of the new year my father had died, I was 13... As time progressed I became a wander, a mercenery, a waiter, and a servant. I did what I had to do to survive. Upon my 23 year I found an old man near the shores of Vesper. Here he taught me the ways of the sword and of combat. I took what I need of him, but when I serpassed him in skill I slayed him. In doing this I relized how savage and brutal I had become. I was a man with a clouded heart, and a blackened soul. No longer would I serve the ways of virue, but work against them. I am now 27, I have stummbled upon a cult, The Cult of Infernal Necromancy.

With much work a dedication I earned my new master Lord Smogg, and his love Remisance's trust and was recruted into the guild. This is the only place where I have felt as though I belong. It is like a part of me was here all along. This is where I belong, and this is where I will stay. Long live the Cult and our evil ways...