Alright! As the final piece to the puzzle, I have finished the Biography of one Miguel Cervantes:
Some men are destined for greatness. By the sweat of their brow and the work of their hands, they carve a destiny for themselves in the world. Other men are not so lucky.
Born a merchant's son in the County of Garaz, Miguel Cervantes had always thought himself destined for something greater. As a young man, he would often stare at the hillsides of Garaz and dream of gallivanting across them, arrayed in full regalia; a noble knight.
However, that was not his destiny.
His destiny was to follow in his fathers footsteps. At age six, he learned to read. At seven, he learned to write and perform basic math. At twenty-one, he was completely versed in all of the arts of the mercantile world. And Cervantes hated every minute of it. When the soldiers of Troy VI invaded and sieged Grimea, he was filled with envy towards the Knights of Troyan Kingdom.
It was times like these that his father would throw his arm around his son, praising the glitter and flash of the knights. War meant good business. But where Cervantes' father looked upon the Troyan Knights with a sense of pride, Cervantes only felt sorrow.
Years pass…
At the balmy age of seventy-one, Miguel Cervantes was suffering from the greatest of all diseases. Boredom. After two failed marriages and being forced to turn over all business holdings to the wretch he called a daughter and her husband, Miguel was quite tired of life. Retreating to his summer villa, he was set to live out the rest of his days in idle comfort living off his small fortune that he had made investing in the blossoming county of Garaz.
Then Miguel Cervantes made a fatal mistake. He started reading. Book after book, page after page, the spirit of the young knight that Cervantes never knew came alive. His pulse was rushing, his mind racing. Blow by blow, step by step, years seemed to melt away. The old man started wearing plate armor constantly around the house, much to the shock and dismay of his servants. He had begun to live the life he never had through novels and books. Then on one fateful day, he decided to live his life personally.
On his 72nd birthday, Cervantes decided to thwart destiny. On that fateful morning, Cervantes woke up ready for action. Donning armor and with lance in hand, he laid siege to his personal stables. In spite of their valiant efforts, the servants were powerless to stop Cervantes from assaulting two stable boys and a hapless kitchen maid who were attempting in vain to keep the crazed master from acting too rashly. But Cervantes would have none of it. Not today. Not any day. Lance in hand, he burst out of the stable. "For Honor and Chivalry!" he cried, his horse rearing and snorting with shock. " I am Miguel Cervantes, Knight-Errant of Garaz!"
Then, wheeling his horse dramatically, he disappeared into the hillsides of Garaz. Despite the dogged efforts of the local militia and his daughter, none were able to catch Miguel Cervantes. He has gone to fulfill his destiny, and woe be those who fall before his lance.
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