Ardour's Beginnings. Chapter One, Part One.The Caravan moved slowly, wandering through the countryside at a leisurely pace. No one worried about what time of day it was or when a camp should be made; those things could be done later. For the Trader's Caravan, it was about living life as it came.Ardour's Beginnings. Chapter One, Part One. by Rhys-Holdernesse
It was a simple life, but for many, it was enjoyable. They bought, they sold. They lived. That's all the Traders needed.
One young boy, Ardour Holdr, the son of a travelling minstrel, was orphaned when his parents were murdered in a brutal Orc raid on the caravan. Having only seen four winters at the time of his parents' death, Ardour was raised by the Traders. A baker by the name of Marson Eltwood spent the most time with the young, parentless child.
Marson was a strange man. Ever the recluse, it was seen as rather odd that he had taken such an interest in Ardour for seemingly no reason at all. Still, no one gave it too much thought; they did not have to pay to feed the boy, so it was no issue to most in the Caravan.
Prologue Many times in my short life, I've had people ask, "Where do you get your years Morgan?" Most of the time I tell them that is because I was bullied, and was around people much older than me, or that I have severe OCD, and the issues that it causes forced me to mature and deal with things in a more adult manner. I always told them lies.Prologue by Rhys-Holdernesse
The truth is that saying that I was forced to deal with my life in a more adult matter is a farce. An adult has no more claims to maturity than a child, as I have come to notice in my twenty six thousand, nine hundred and thirty one years of life. They lay claim to 'life experience' and 'knowledge', but in truth, they are no more knowledgeable than any child.
It's my seventeenth birthday today, and yet I remember thousands of years, hundreds of lifetimes. I've seen beyond the doors of death, the Gates of Hell, and felt the infinite nothingness that is as incomprehensible as the meaning of life itself.
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