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 PostPosted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 1:19 pm Reply with quote        
A single arrow sped down the range into the target, making the arrow quiver as it hit dead center. One tall thin man with yellow hair stood next to a similarly sized boy who had just made the shot and was still holding his bow up. Standing next to them was a short dumpy servant whose brown hair was balding. He sat there twisting his hat nervously in his hands trying to say the right thing to the tow haired teenager who had just fired his bow. “E…excellent shot Gavin.” He ventured bravely as the boy lowered his tall bow. Gavin looked back at him and smiled pleasantly.

As the man was suddenly aware of the king’s stare, the squat man began to stutter, his speech slurring as he tried to fix the slip of his tongue, “Um…Your Princely Highness, uh…I mean y-your Young Excellency, w-what I mean to say is that…um…”

Gavin’s smile from the praise disappeared and the ground become the participant of a cold glare.

“Felix,” the king muttered, “We are here to observe only. Please do not,” He glanced at his son, “Distract him.”

Gavin stood stiffly by his father. The only reason the king had come to watch his son shoot was that twice a month he would check on his son’s progress in his schooling and today was one of those days. Gavin hated these visits with a passion. His teachers would stand there looking old and stuffy and tell his father the basic swill about his learning. He’d give an example or two for his father’s benefit. The king would ask a few boring questions before moving on. At the end of it all they would eat a meal together before going back to their own lives. Him dreaming of the day he would be free, and his father back to running the kingdom.

His father’s affairs rarely concerned him and seldom interested him. It had been that way since his Mother’s death. His father always managed to tell him how he was expected to behave: letter perfect in everything or there was a storm. Gavin knew his father loved him, but the sight of something that his wife had loved so much was too much for him. And secretly Gavin knew that, in a way, his father blamed him for his mother’s death.

The queen had never been very strong, even before she had married a prince of Gaoth. After Gavin was born she had been frail for a few weeks and had never fully recovered. And when she had a daughter, she just couldn’t handle it and she died. The baby girl died soon after. The unnamed baby had been buried with her mother as the whole kingdom gathered to mourn the loss of their beloved queen.

Almost no one had taken it harder then Gavin. After his mother and baby sister had been sealed in the King’s Tomb he had disappeared for a week. The king went frantic looking for his son and parties were sent to look for the prince, it seemed as if the whole kingdom was searching. They finally found him in a mountain cave lying on his back, staring at the top of the glistening hole. He came back without any fuss and they learned on the way back that he hadn’t eaten for three days. His eyes were red rimmed and had dark circles beneath them testified of his insomnia.

His father had given him such a long talk that Gavin feared he’d never get out. But his father had finally stopped and told to go to his room and he wasn’t allowed outside or read any of his books, which his bedroom overflowed with. When his father told him that he could be taught by his tutors again he had said nothing and just stood there nodding to his father eagerly waiting to leave. That was the day his father stopped being part of Gavin’s life.

Following that, he never talked much and disappeared often only to be back a day later. When his father learned of this habit he put a stop to it. As Gavin grew older his weaponry teacher insisted that he go and practice hunting with his bow and arrow. Gavin was delighted. He could go off and be alone without any looking for him. He poured himself into his studies and his training so when he did leave for a few days his father would turn a blind eye. This was the way his life had went until he turned sixteen.

Unbeknownst to his son the king had begun to look for a suitable princess from the other kingdoms. All the kingdom’s were peaceful with each other at the moment and no one had a daughter who was the suitable age for his son. Although he sent messenger after messenger no could find a lovely young princess for Prince Gavin. He was safe, for the moment.

Gavin focused his thoughts and then glanced at his father.

Would his father ever be a father and not just a headmaster or judge?

Gavin’s archery master sent him a kind look, which seemed to be lost on the glowering young man. Quinn, the archery master was distracted when the king asked him several questions about Gavin. Gavin himself stalked to the targets to collect his arrows. He muttered angrily to himself as he carefully tugged them out and stuck them in his quiver. Turning he saw his father motioning to him to hurry. He threw the last of the arrows into his quiver and strode quickly towards his father. His bastard sword banged against his legs as he moved. Used to the feeling he ignored it, but he also gripped the two handed hilt with one hand to steady it.

His father hadn’t been especially happy when this sword had been made for Gavin and Gavin’s sword master had argued long and hard for it to be accepted. His father had finally relented but insisted that Gavin be taught with many different swords so as not to become to attached to any one style. The sword master had agreed and Gavin got to keep the sword. He’d often wondered exactly why his father had not wanted him to have this sword. There was nothing special about it, except the hilt was longer than normal and the blade was a bit thinner and elongated. But it was the type that suited him best.

The king frowned when he saw his son unconsciously running his hand up and down the grip before grabbing the pommel. He said nothing and continued to frown when they bid farewell to the archery master. Gavin did not notice this frown or any of the other frowns that his father seemed to save especially for him. Absentmindedly aware of his father’s scrutiny, Gavin’s scowl intensified
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