Prologue:
It was a peaceful day in the southern reaches of Midland. Though the war was still raging on against the opposing kingdom, the people of a small village were relatively at peace with their current state of life.
The fields were doing good, and the educational system that a representative of the king had set in place was working nicely. The people of Dorlam had little to fear, as their worries only went so far as to encompass the day to day mischief that a few straggly orphans could bring.
Things were going well, but as life goes, all things must change. For no mere child can become an adolescent without their bodies becoming different. Just as no adolescent can improve to become an adult, the changes of life must cycle thorough each course, and one child will fully know such change must come.
That young child in question, a boy that no mere person could really understand. Always trying to play with his "friends" only to find out that they only wanted him to be the scapegoat. This young boy was always the one who got into trouble, and yet he always seemed to be above it all. He ran to his own pace, smiled without a flaw, and over time would learn to be above everything he encountered.
That young lad was named Griffth, and he was once again on his way through the main road of the kingdom. His parents had always told him to head south, because his family had recognition in that part of the kingdom. So that is where that boy headed, always in the company of others who knew nothing of what he really could be.
Griffith was an orphan, as his parents had been killed in a attack against the opposing kingdom. The young lad was left alone, yet he still wanted to continue. He didn't know that his path was that of the castle. He only knew that his parents had always walked away from the cobblestones. They'd told him to fear the cobblestones, and that north wasn't the right path to take. It's such a pity that this boy would stop heeding the advice of those around him, especially after he witness their demise.
This story is that of this boy, named Griffith, who struggles through his blinded pathway toward his never ending goal. "There is an end, but it's endless."
Some were heard to remember him saying, a phrase that his mother had always told him. But in the wake of an endless journey, it is only natural for someone to stop and submit. So now it's time to learn, to delve deep into the young Hawk's mind. To learn his almost hidden thoughts, as a child learns and grows. His heart shaped as such a young age, so only one's illusions will thus remian.
Krylancelo note:
I don't know if anyone will read this, but I hope people like this and will be kind enough to review. It's my first Beserk fic, and it's only a prologue, so far..
"There is an end, but it's endless" is from the ending song, at least on the full version.
It was a peaceful day in the southern reaches of Midland. Though the war was still raging on against the opposing kingdom, the people of a small village were relatively at peace with their current state of life.
The fields were doing good, and the educational system that a representative of the king had set in place was working nicely. The people of Dorlam had little to fear, as their worries only went so far as to encompass the day to day mischief that a few straggly orphans could bring.
Things were going well, but as life goes, all things must change. For no mere child can become an adolescent without their bodies becoming different. Just as no adolescent can improve to become an adult, the changes of life must cycle thorough each course, and one child will fully know such change must come.
That young child in question, a boy that no mere person could really understand. Always trying to play with his "friends" only to find out that they only wanted him to be the scapegoat. This young boy was always the one who got into trouble, and yet he always seemed to be above it all. He ran to his own pace, smiled without a flaw, and over time would learn to be above everything he encountered.
That young lad was named Griffth, and he was once again on his way through the main road of the kingdom. His parents had always told him to head south, because his family had recognition in that part of the kingdom. So that is where that boy headed, always in the company of others who knew nothing of what he really could be.
Griffith was an orphan, as his parents had been killed in a attack against the opposing kingdom. The young lad was left alone, yet he still wanted to continue. He didn't know that his path was that of the castle. He only knew that his parents had always walked away from the cobblestones. They'd told him to fear the cobblestones, and that north wasn't the right path to take. It's such a pity that this boy would stop heeding the advice of those around him, especially after he witness their demise.
This story is that of this boy, named Griffith, who struggles through his blinded pathway toward his never ending goal. "There is an end, but it's endless."
Some were heard to remember him saying, a phrase that his mother had always told him. But in the wake of an endless journey, it is only natural for someone to stop and submit. So now it's time to learn, to delve deep into the young Hawk's mind. To learn his almost hidden thoughts, as a child learns and grows. His heart shaped as such a young age, so only one's illusions will thus remian.
Krylancelo note:
I don't know if anyone will read this, but I hope people like this and will be kind enough to review. It's my first Beserk fic, and it's only a prologue, so far..
"There is an end, but it's endless" is from the ending song, at least on the full version.