Hello world

The midday sun shone into the wooden room, highlighting the features of a middle aged man. His dark hair, already having streaks of grey, was combed back with care. He wore a gamberson and had a plain but high quality sword strapped to his waist.

The nurse, standing next to him, wondered. Had she ever seen him without it. She shook her head and placed her focus on more important matters.

The child in her hands, the women on the bed had just given birth to. It was so small and frail.

"It has your blue eyes." The black haired women struggled to stand up and smiled with quivering lips. Her voice was filled with emotions. She barley wore anything, jet the cold of spring seemed to not faze her.

"I do not care for the eyes he inhered nore if he looks like me at all. I just hope he has what it takes to continue our family. His older brother.." His blue eyes shimmered cold and his face remained stern, barely moving.

He shook his head. "Lets not talk about it."

The nurse handed the child to his mother with careful movements, sympathy in her eyes.

"He was born under the moon of the wolf. He will bring great fortune and prosper to the family."

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Vincent laid back on the moss sprouting of the old wood, watching the clouds pass by, as the hot summer sun shone down on him.

He liked the spot. It was his spot.

From up here he could oversee the entire little pathetic village and the forest surrounding it.

He could see women and men in raggs, working hard on the fields. Their children played in the dirt before their wooden houses.

And he could think about his grand plans. He clapped his hand against his calf, a dead insect speared on his palm.

"Open the gate."

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard loud noises and the drumming of hooves on the earth.

His father had come back.

He grabbed the faintly glowing wooden statue next to him. It depicted a long serpent like dragon painted red. His father brought it for him, it was said to come from far away. He could still not figure out how it worked.

Then he climbed down the watchtower. It was barely in use since they had build a new, better one, so the wood was already weathered and rotten.

A ladder had been build by his the family's servant after repeated pleading from his side.

Not wasting any time he jumped down the last bit and ran towards his father as fast as he could. Alas not very fast.

Vincnet could not wait any longer!

His father had just come up the small hill and was now walking his horse though the gate, the only entrance to the wooden palisades surrounding their house.

The defence was barely necessary. Bandits and wars were barley a legend and the most scary animal was the occasional fox. And even if a thread was to spontaneously arrive, could these twigs stop a meteor or a raging demon?

Finally he made it to his father who regarded Vincent's impatient attitude with a critical eye.

"A noble should always regard their bearing, others will take advantage of you."

He had, in his youth, fought in a war against the Romans and won a small patch of land. Vincent had heard the story for more than a thousand times.

"Petrus, I told you to wait inside." The annoying voice of his mother called him with the annoying name he did not approve of.

As he turned around he saw the small and stout women run towards him. She wore a traditional dress and the only trinquet decoratin it was a small silver cross that glittered in the sun.

"It is important, you." Vincent paused for a moment, still not entire familiar with the new language.

"know what father promised."

From behind Vincent felt a strong and weathered hand grab his arm and pull him towards the house.

"He is right, it is important."