Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32558333-20180407005659/@comment-34263048-20180407194159

I sigh in dissapointment, while he looks at me with pure hate in his eyes. I know that he wasn't really fond of me ever, nor my her sister, and while he was a lot closer to his father, my husband, he had started questioning his actions since he had become a teenager. But he never knew the whole truth about himself either.

-"Get out of my room you beast." he starts. -"Oh I will, but before you do any rash decisions, you better have a serious talk with your father. Afterall there is things that you should know, things that we havnt told you thinking you were too young, but I guess the time has come. How ever dinner is served, and everyone is waiting for you." -"I'm not coming to eat your poison." -"Fine, you dont have to if you dont want to. But have a talk with your father when he comes home." -"Yeah right, you only beat him so he would say what you want, I have seen how he can barely walk at some times." "If you would only know." I think to myself as I close the door, and walk back downstaires.

Me, my daughter, and her friend eat our lunches, the girls go out to play, I do some chores around the house, and couple hours later I start making a great big dinner, so it would be ready when my husband comes home. As he comes he notices that our son is missing from the table and is about to go get him, but I tell him not to disturb him. I have made sure that there is enough foor for him too of course, but if he wants to be difficult it is his decision. During the dinner I tell him what happened during the day. And he understands that we should have talked to him earlier. Hoe ever as he is having his 18th birthday in couple weeks, he should be old enough to understand things that happened before his birth, and why his father "abandoned" his mother. After the dinner my husband goes to the attic, rummages around to find an old chest, and from the chest he picks some clothes and items. He puts them on, and heads in to our sons room, to have a talk with his son.

Servial hours pass, the sun has allready set when our son comes to me, he's still clearly in disbelief what he has learned today. -"Is it true that you saved dad's life?" -"I'm not quite sure actually, but most likely, Just like your father saved my life, and lifes of many others." I answer, as I look at the bottom of the staires where my husband is standing in old, slightly ripped and burnt, and not too well fitting order uniform, leaning in his rusty broadsword. -"I allways thought that order was..." His voice is braking -"I don't blame you, many do, and what I have learned originally order was standing for somewhat noble cause, it has strayed form it hundreds of years ago. But honestly, I know also that religion isnt completely bad thing, everyone has to belive in something, or then they are nothing. you can belive in religion, yourself, your family, or even to a solid pice of rock. but you have to belive in something. Personally I belive in myself, and I belive in love."

Next morning my son come up to me and asks me about my version of the story he heard last evening from his father.

Withuot going too much in to detail, I tell him how I was living a my life in a peaceful village, and one day order soldier ran in to the village. He warned everyone about approaching order extermination group, but he was also first one to get hit. He had just about had anough time to warn the village, so we werent taken completely by surprise, and while me and couple others fought and therefore bought enough time for others to escape. As that betraying soldier happened to be in a way of my escape, I grabbed him with me.

a day later he regained conciousness, and pleaded that we would save his family from the wrath of the order. And me and couple others sneaked in to his hometown later that evening. We came too late to save his wife, But we just managed to grab the soldiers son who was just a four year old at the time, before making our escape. Later on I wen't to marry that order soldier.

Althugh the very last sentence wasn't quite full truth, He was resisting quite a bit in the beginning, but even thuogh he pretty strong, a Ogre is allways a whole lot stronger.

Anyway, We decided to move in to an area where he wasnt known, as if order would capture him, he would be priority target, and that would have left his son an orphan, and that wasn't an ideal situation.