Good evening readers, as I'm sure you will see, this is a story of a sort I have not yet written, and continued at least. Monsters of Men, and Men of Monsters; How one becomes the other, and the other becomes the one. How a man of Light can fall into the deepest Darkness, and how a man of Darkness and come out into the brightest of lights. These are just a few of the tales I will be spinning within this Yarn of my making.
To tell this tale of mighty beings, one must first think of a time long past.
Saint George, the progenitor of my line, who's name begot a church and an Oder or two, is where the story of my life, and eventual death, begins. In the early years of the New Age, 298AD, in the Year of Our Lord. Born to Parents, Father Gerontius and Mother Polychromia, he lived in the Roman province of Lydda. During his stint, of all his life, serving in the Roman military machine... George came out to Lebanon one day under the directions of his Officer. There he was forever immortalized in both the common world as a hero for slaying a dragon, and the Magical, for stopping a rampaging beast from further destroying magical lands and peoples.
From then on, he was heralded as a Saint, and later Martyred when his Roman superiors found that he would not renounce his faith in Christianity. Emboldening the Christian faith with his death, the faith bloomed.
He was the first of my line, a man of distinction and right-mindedness. He held to his faith, as many of his family has done throughout the ages, and just as mine has done today. He began the backbone that has lasted my family through more wars than many could ever remember... Germanic, French, English, American, World, Vietnam, Korean, and so on and so forth...
Distinctions and Honors have been awarded, and forgotten by my family over the course of the centuries... But the one thing that has never escaped my family, even in the ages of Gunpowder and technology , is the ways of Chivalry, Manners, and the over abundance to show our warrior hearts to those that seek to destroy us...
The way of sword and shield may be long forgotten to the sands of time. But, for a family that treasures history, above technology, it shall forever be apart of our hearts and souls. Alas, I must now break from this history lesson, as my father now reminds me, I must be off to shore up my chores and play with my brothers.
From yours truly; Ethan Andrews George, Son of Mathew Andrews George.