Post by Datric Ladimore on Mar 14, 2012 16:39:42 GMT -5
Datric was just turning two years old, the little baby still clueless of his purpose in the world. He crawled on his knees towards the fireplace of his house, clutching his favorite toy; a foam sword in the shade of gold. He would glance around, his saliva seeping out of his mouth. He would be in a cardboard replica of armor, and he seemed to be taking a liking to it, gnawing on the over sized shoulder pads occasionally.
His father watched him with a sturdy gaze, Datric's other siblings have been asleep for about an hour, as he thought to himself."I see a champion in this boy..I've seen signs....The light shimmers upon him almost every damn second I turn to face this lad...I must train him....He shall become a savior to these lands...I know it. Until then, though, we shall let him live in harmony, until the time comes for him to rise to the heed of a warrior's call.."
(To Be Continued....)
His father watched him with a sturdy gaze, Datric's other siblings have been asleep for about an hour, as he thought to himself."I see a champion in this boy..I've seen signs....The light shimmers upon him almost every damn second I turn to face this lad...I must train him....He shall become a savior to these lands...I know it. Until then, though, we shall let him live in harmony, until the time comes for him to rise to the heed of a warrior's call.."
(To Be Continued....)
