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The Adventures Of Degathor
SnazzyEnglishman
As a young boy, Degathor always dreamt of being a hero. As a child he spent his time with the Oren Guards. He admired the work they put in everyday, without any thanks, yet most of all he just wanted to be one. To have the sword and armour, to go to war on enemies of his kingdom. To smite down any who oppose him. He wanted to be looked up to by children, to be admired by women, and for men to want to be him. Yet this was not the fate that was in store for him. Before Degathor turned 18, his parents were taken away from him. It was not uncommon for people to simply disappear in the times he was in. Some came back in a few days, others were never seen or heard of again. His parents fell into the latter category. Yet Degathor was prepared for this. He knew of his parents and the crimes they commited, but that is a story for another day. Degathor was prepared, he was 16 now, if he lied about his age he'd be able to join the guards. He'd made his mind up, tomorrow he'd enlist, for now he would eat then sleep. Degathor awoke late at night. Word must have gotten out that his parents were missing, as he could make out silhouette's through the window. They were shouting something, a name perhaps? Yes! It was a name. His name. He decided to head downstairs. His parents had told him that if he was ever in danger, to hear there. He'd be safe. He trusted them. Even when they weren't around, he'd be kept safe by them. edit page 5