Chapter 0:1: Prologue
As the beautifully warm and previously sunny day comes to it's end, the sky turns from azur to a light orange-red color, the shadows of the walls slowly creeping ever further until clashing with the darkness of the outskirts from the woods surrounding the plains and the city itself. At the turning of time, the dusk of night, the falling of the sun, even your shadow is streching long and tall over the backside of a small hill your sitting on.
You're looking towards the sunset when, "Patrick?" a feminine small voice caressing your ears. You almost forgot you weren't alone. This little hill was your place of refuge anytime you felt alone or distressed, since you did most of the work around the house and the field for your mother and father.
Your family was, at least in your eyes, never a desireble one, you were the first born of three children. You still had both parents, your mother Alice was an old woman and rather abusive of you three, you tried to cover your brother and sister everyway you could to get them out of harms way when Alice and Quentin were drunk, often trying to hit or punish the two children for trivial things. You mostly took the blame for everything and Alice and Quentin never seemed to object to that, probably because they only wanted to take the roumors and the mockery they got from the village out on somebody.
"HEY, stop ignoring me!" the same feminine voice suddenly becoming shrilly and louder as you turn your head to the side. Abby, you sat here with Abbigail, the daughter of one of the fishermen of the village. "I was just rapt in thoughts, did you say something?" You tried to look happy and it seemed to have worked. "I was just asking what you wanted to do for your 18th birthday, since you're going to be a man in a few hours." The voice of her becoming more and more teasing towards the end of the sentence.
Abbigail Doster was a real beauty, light skin, about 5'4 tall, not fat, but not slim either, luscious breasts and a backside to infuriate gods. She had curves in all the right places, full lips, ginger hair reaching to her mid-back, a freckled face and green eyes. You always liked her company, she was one of the few that were kind and friendly towards you. "Ahh... I don't really know, what should I do?"
"Well why not visit the Brothel?" The quenstion shocked you, not due to the question itself, but because it came from her, a woman. "Probably not that bad of an idea, although things like that aren't what I care for."
It's not that you had no intrerest in women, but you didn't really know what to do around them either, most boys your age have had sex with some harlot and have also had their first kiss, you weren't one of thos boys. Even though you never noticed it, but you were an eye-catcher yourself. Tall, about 6'3, a strong and well developed upperbody, especially your chest and your shoulders looked impressive even to most knights. Your legs and arms were also quite muscly from carrying kegs, milk buckets and hay bales. You had short, wild and black hair, lighly tanned skin and didn't really seem to have any signs of a beard, but the most outstanding detail were your heterochromatic eyes, one eye was grey and the other eye had a greenish yellow color.
Your appearance also helped scare off certain boys off your younger sibligs, whenever they got picked on. Your little brother and sister always had other children pick on them for being poor and having no toys to play with. Your brother, Harry, was never the one to play much with other kids, only ever really wanting to play "knight vs monster" with you and your sister. Your sister, Narcissa, was a constantly curious, nagging and questioning girl always eager to know everything.
"I think I'll ask the smith if he can teach me how to forge a sword, I want to become a knight and for that I need a good sword, don't you think?" Becoming a royal knight was always your dream, since the day you saw the king and his entourage pass the Kingsroad. The knights always stood out for you, on their horses, covered in steel, straps and chainmail, some with swords, some with spears and two or three carrying the crest of the royal house.
For your brother, you were the one he looked up to and you knew that your biggest dream also became his biggest dream and your sister loved that you answered most of her question, she thought of you as the smartest person. You were glad to be a rolemodel for your siblings, better you than your parents.
"Or I'll just stay here for a little longer, back there is no fun." You tell her, looking at her with a smile and despite you trying hard to cover up the obvious sadness in your heart, it still seeps through, though she doesn't pick up on that.
You silently admire her to a piont that you almost forget that she can see you and is talking to you. She, obviously seeing how you look at her, stops speaking and throws herself at you, her hands stay flat on your chest as you fall back and lie down, her lower body straddling yours and her hair hanging down the sides of her head. You look at each other, tensionnig the air between the both of you, she lowers herself to kiss you pursing her lips and moving one of her hands to your cheek. You instinctively take two handfulls of her ass and lightly squeeze it forcing a smirk to her lips.
The tension breaks when she starts laughing and lifts herself off of you. "Hahahaha, you're too cute." She sits back down on the spot she had before and smiles at you teasingly.
You sit up and look at her with a stunned face, being quite sad you didn't get a kiss from her. "Hahaha...haha yeah."