You grab the sword by its worn handle and lift it with both hands.
Goddamn that is heavy. With a low growl the wolves creep closer.
Michael starts trying to fend them off, by prodding them with the bow and screaming and shouting. While you shout for help and swing at any wolves that get close.
You hear your father shout back and the flickering light moves closer.
One of the wolves snarls and leaps at Michael, landing on him and snapping at his throat. Michael managed to hold the wolf off long enough, for you to swing the sword over your shoulder and cut deeply into its back. The wounded wolf starts whining and try's to crawl away. Before giving up and just lying there. You're pretty certain its back is broken
Soon the whole scene is illuminated in warm, orange light.
Your father runs towards you, holding his pitchfork in one hand and a torch in the other. The wolves seeing the cause is lost scatter back into the night.
Father quickly stabs the wounded wolf in the chest, finishing it off. Before grabbing both of you off the ground, silently and dragging you towards the village.
Father drops Michael off at his hut (still clutching his bow). While he brings me into our hut. My mother is standing there, worried looking. When she sees me, she quickly grabs me up into her arms before trying to contain her happiness enough at seeing me alive to tell me off. My father moves behind us and lays down on their bed, quickly falling asleep, while my mother continues berating me on my recklessness.
I find my father in the morning, my sword in his hand as he polishes the blade and sharpens it on a grindstone. He turns round at me as he hears my bare feet padding on the soft earth. He smiles at me.
"Now let's seem if you can hold this up" as he hands me the now sharpened sword.
The sword is very tall I now realize, just a head taller than my own height. As I admire it, my father tells me it's a "steel, single handed sword". I look up at my father, worried by his kindness "why didn't you punish for what I did last night?".
"Because Im Pretty sure you learned your lesson" he says as he smiles. "Now that you have a sword, I may as well train you to use it".
Later on in the day I find Michael with his father. Shooting trees with his new found bow.
The next 6 years you practice everyday with your father to use that sword. You become pretty good if you may so yourself.
Intro Part 3Today is the harvest festival. You and everyone else in the village have worked hard in the fields, under the unforgiving sun to collect enough food for the coming winter. This is a day of celebration, of rest, food and dancing.
Since you are now 12 years old, you may now join in the dancing with the adults and older children.
As you sit on the beaten earth and look across the unlit bonfire to the faces on the other side you see The person you are going to ask to dance.
Ria: small, full, deep red hair and grey/blue eyes. A lot of other boys have their eye on her, including the lords son.Geli: Same height as you, thin, dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes .You're good friends with her and she's a bit of a tomboy.
Some one else?Character sheetYear: 1216
Born: 1200
Age: 16
Name: Joachim Steinmetz
Gender: Male
Can speak Rodian
Can speak eastern
Can write Rodian
Skilled Swordsman
Also. sorry I couldn't finish the second part before I had to leave.
Also also. I know I keep on switching from 1st and 2nd person. I'll try to stop doing that.
Also also also. thanks for clearing up the time difference thing
4 also's. If you want to know a bit about the geography and capital of Rodian(where you are now) just ask.