Grand father's stories

This story begins in a cabin with an old man sitting in front of a fire looks to be in his 70s with long white hair down to middle of his back pale blue eyes and no facial hair which is a bit unusual seeing it is in the coldest part of winter The chair he was sitting on was old but a functional wooden chair and in front of him he had a small wooden stool in which he had his feet propped up on the smells of soup from the kettle which was in front of the fireplace fill the whole room as it was just about dinner time the man didn't seem like you had much his old tattered tunic and dirty pants but no one did in these times the door open to his cabin to his surprise he reached for something that should have been next to him but wasn't but then he realized it was his daughter and her granddaughters who came every evening to make sure that their grandfather and father had at least one good proper meal for the day and to gave him time to tell his stories of his father to his two granddaughters one of them was 7 years old and the other was five

Father was you reaching for that sword again you know you hadn't had that in the past 10 years she said with a slight chuckle

ohu it's you Mary Bell I went ahead and started the soup over the fire

but before he could say anything else the eldest who is named after Mary Bells mother florianne

said grandfather can you tell us your stories of your father and right behind her was the youngest Elizabeth urging it on ya grandfather tell us a story

like I said before they loved his stories every time that they come they want to hear one he laughed a little then asked have I told you the one about my father saving this land from a terrible evil but no one even knows about anymore both of them said no okay come sit down and I'll tell you