Post by twilight on May 17, 2019 12:38:43 GMT -5
It is 1209 AD. My name is Caspien. I am son to Maro and Inisia. We live off the coast of what is now referred to as Spain. We were cabbage farmers, also grew a bit of tobacco and spices. This was one of the few lives that I remember as being truly happy. We did well as farmers. Wars were far from home and we were taxed very little. Life was simple, life was...good. I am 15 at the time. My parents had arranged a marriage for me. And even though I still remembered my past lives it didn't stop me from trying to live this one out to its fullest.
I was married on a Sunday afternoon. We had our first child a year later. My wifes name was Marieah. Daughter of Jonae and Yaria. We had a daughter, we named her Florinda. It means flower. I was happy. I was content. Even the sad darkness that always kept tugging at the back of my mind was silent for a while.
On the eve of my 17th birthday my wife and I decided to go to town. Find some nice materials for a dress for her, and maybe pick up some provisions. We were low on salted pork, beans, and pepper. It seemed like a good idea. An outing. We asked her parents and mine to go, they all seemed excited about the 4 hour trip into town. So we went. But along the way some highway men appeared and demanded payment for using “their road”. All we had were knives, they had swords and we were outnumbered.
The anger in me started to rise. How dare they do this? Who are they to demand anything of us? They who do nothing but leach off others. Prey on the weaker. I took my fathers knife, and used my own and rushed at them, I brought 4 of them down, soon my father and father in law were in the fracas. I was cut deep in my stomach, my father and father in law both got sliced as well, but the highway men retreated with half their numbers now deceased. My fathers wound was superficial, he would live, but my father in law died there on the street. I hung on for more days before passing. The anger in me never living. Had I just moved on, money is good but its not the end all be all. I should of given them what we had and it would have been the end. I could of lived my entire life, seen my daughter grow up, become a grandfather one day. I felt cheated. And that anger stayed with me long into Jeville. It stayed with me even longer than that.
And that was that. Now that I have told that story time to talk to Princess. I feel like you are cheating me too. You come here, you take get one match, then on your second you get a title shot? In what world does that happen? Did your daddy pull some strings? Then you insult me with your 30 second promo. Puhlease, really seriously? Is that all you got? Is that all you can do? I feel like I should uncover some sort of secret talent or that you were just messing with me and your real promo is yet to come. But I honestly wont hold my breath.
Princess, Do not cheat me out of a proper match! I deserve better. Hell I have earned better. So once again I will repeat myself. Do not do that!
That is all I have to say.
Fade to light.
I was married on a Sunday afternoon. We had our first child a year later. My wifes name was Marieah. Daughter of Jonae and Yaria. We had a daughter, we named her Florinda. It means flower. I was happy. I was content. Even the sad darkness that always kept tugging at the back of my mind was silent for a while.
On the eve of my 17th birthday my wife and I decided to go to town. Find some nice materials for a dress for her, and maybe pick up some provisions. We were low on salted pork, beans, and pepper. It seemed like a good idea. An outing. We asked her parents and mine to go, they all seemed excited about the 4 hour trip into town. So we went. But along the way some highway men appeared and demanded payment for using “their road”. All we had were knives, they had swords and we were outnumbered.
The anger in me started to rise. How dare they do this? Who are they to demand anything of us? They who do nothing but leach off others. Prey on the weaker. I took my fathers knife, and used my own and rushed at them, I brought 4 of them down, soon my father and father in law were in the fracas. I was cut deep in my stomach, my father and father in law both got sliced as well, but the highway men retreated with half their numbers now deceased. My fathers wound was superficial, he would live, but my father in law died there on the street. I hung on for more days before passing. The anger in me never living. Had I just moved on, money is good but its not the end all be all. I should of given them what we had and it would have been the end. I could of lived my entire life, seen my daughter grow up, become a grandfather one day. I felt cheated. And that anger stayed with me long into Jeville. It stayed with me even longer than that.
And that was that. Now that I have told that story time to talk to Princess. I feel like you are cheating me too. You come here, you take get one match, then on your second you get a title shot? In what world does that happen? Did your daddy pull some strings? Then you insult me with your 30 second promo. Puhlease, really seriously? Is that all you got? Is that all you can do? I feel like I should uncover some sort of secret talent or that you were just messing with me and your real promo is yet to come. But I honestly wont hold my breath.
Princess, Do not cheat me out of a proper match! I deserve better. Hell I have earned better. So once again I will repeat myself. Do not do that!
That is all I have to say.
Fade to light.
