Chapter 9

The next morning was tough for Alvar as he woke up with a head as big as the great hall they had been in celebrating all night. With a groan he sat up inside his bed while looking around in slight confusion.

'How did I end up here? I hope I didn't get carried here like a baby. Ugh, that would be one embarrassing start into my being as a young adult…' Alvar thought to himself with a face that grew in redness the longer and harder he thought about his sad end yesterday night. There he was, dreaming dreams of being a strong and undefeatable adult and what became of him instead? A boy being carried around like a babe in its mother's arms!

With a groan of both tiredness and shame Alvar fell back onto his sheets, his only desire to burry his head under his pillow but before he got the chance to do so he saw his uncle Olaf standing in the entrance to his room with the biggest shit eating grin he had ever seen on the man, even bigger than the time he had first shot a bow and nearly impaled himself somehow on the arrow he shot away from him. How that had happened he still didn't know till this day! Though the roaring laughter his uncle had bathed him in at his actions quickly motivated him to just burry the memory deep in the back of his mind instead of searching for the mystery of the cursed arrow.

"Please uncle, kill me now…" Alvar groaned out while hiding his face under his pillow thus muffling his words in the process.

"Oh come now nephew, no need to be so glum. After all you are a young adult now. Well, a young adult that gets carried by his grandma like a newborn babe that is, hahahahaha!" His uncle Olaf said while erupting into roaring laughter eliciting a slight whimper from Alvar in turn.

"Come now son, don't mock the boy. I still remember your first time drinking mead. If I remember correctly you asked the old Havroune Stella of proud 86 name days to be your girlfriend and leave Hoelbrak with her. Hahahaha, the good old days!" Alvars grandfather spoke from across the room while sitting at the bonfire with a cup of water in his hand, his face displaying the nostalgia he must have felt while remembering the past, which earned him a spluttered cough from his son though.

Alvar having heard his grandfathers words couldn't help but formulate a shit eating grin on his face in return to his uncles previous mocking.

"Really uncle? The Havroune? That's a new low, even for you, hehehe! But who knew you were into older woman? You never stop learning…" Alvar said while his uncle in reaction to Alvar's words began to take the young boy into headlock while beginning to ruffle the boys deep red hair in order to intensify the lads already pounding head a little.

"Argh, stop it already uncle! I get it, I get it, I get it! No more mocking the elderly. Pleeeease, let my poor head go already!" Alvar cried out while uncle Olaf cackled in mirth though soon let go of the lads head that huffed in annoyance and pain while grabbing his head.

"Damn Casanova…" Alvar mumbled while walking past his uncle that only raised his eyebrow in response to the boys words, as if daring him to repeat that, which caused Alvar to hightail out of dooms way and hide behind his grandparents, pretending to have forgotten all about the matter by grabbing himself a bowl of oatmeal, oh so tasty oatmeal indeed…

After the family had taken in their breakfast and Alvar had had the chance to devour some nutrients and drink some water his headache had mostly subsided thus enabling him to start well enough into the day.

After the breakfast was over his uncle motioned Alvar to follow him as he was going to bring him over to the great hall where he would have the chance to try out and learn a little bit about each available profession before he had to choose finally.

The two of them left the house and after both took in a long breath of the fresh morning air they tracked over to the great hall all the while discussing the merits of each profession and what they both thought of them.