Vidar Ragnarson Jul 23, 2013 10:54:23 GMT
Post by Devius on Jul 23, 2013 10:54:23 GMT
March 22nd. 2477 AS
My name is Vidar Ragnarson, and today I celebrate my fourteenth spring. I'm the second child of Tilga, a great warrior, and Ragnar, a wealthy merchant.
I live a good life, with a bright future ahead of me. Thanks to my father's rise from mediocre merchant to the wealthiest in town about five years ago, he could afford to send my elder brother and I to be tutored at a school set up by a university graduate in the next town over. My good education combined with the prestige and glory my mother has brought our family in the field of battle is bound to grant me a good apprenticeship once I turn sixteen and become an adult, which will certainly set me on a path to great success.
My elder brother, Harald, has already made way on that path. He turned sixteen last winter and immediately got an apprenticeship at the town's blacksmith, the most desirable position of all. In less than two years he will be able to move to the greater cities and work as a blacksmith there, we are all very proud of him.
My father's wealth has not only bought me and my brother bright futures, but happiness in the form of being able to raise our two younger siblings, Tekla and Ivar. I love them very much.
I love my brother as well, of course. He has protected and comforted me for as long as I can remember. We are very different, though. He does not listen as closely to the lessons of father and mother as I do, instead he only smiles his infectous smile and insists that he will figure things out as he goes along instead of letting the wisdom of those who came before prepare him. I sometimes berate him for it and tell him to be more serious, but he only smiles and I soon find myself forgetting what I wanted to say, smiling alongside him.
I do, however, still remember my parents' lessons.
My mother has taught me never to give up, no matter how grim it looks. She says her will and determination is what has let her live through so many battles, not just her skill with the axe.
My father has taught me that a honed mind can be more effective than a sharp blade. That there is always a perfect solution to be found for every problem and keen eyes are needed to discover it.
Both of my parents have taught me to keep my emotions hidden. An enemy who can't read your face won't know where you will strike, and a customer who does not see you twitch a muscle when he pays won't know you're making a bargain.
My brother says I've taken the last lesson too closely to heart. That I keep my emotions hidden too often and should relax sometimes. He calls me paranoid; I call him naïve. Then he smiles and it does not matter anymore.
My name is Vidar Ragnarson, and my life is amazing.