Tittle: "The times to remember"

Author: Uni

Summary: How Bors and Dagonet really met? NO SLASH

Note: It's just my imagination... I don't know - maybe it's just stupid Feedbacks: let me know if it is ;)


"The times to remember"

"Train often, boy, cause after this nobody will teach you!"

The shout from a man standing in front of him rang in his ears.

"But this sword's too heavy!"

Answered ten years old boy lowering his weapon in despair.

"You will grow stronger."

As the boy still looked at the sword doubtfully man knelt before him and put his hand on boy's shoulder.

"Bors... There will be nobody to teach you, and you will have to fight..."

Boy looked at his father.

"What if I'd run from them?"

Man smiled weakly.

"Bors... They would kill you instead"

Boy looked deeply into his father's eyes.

"I will... learn." he said silently after a while.

Man smiled widely.

"Good! First - get a good hold of your sword and lift it..."

Bors nodded and with a little grimace he lifted the weapon.

x x x

"We will hide them! I won't give my sons to the Romans!"

Woman was in tears, shouting the words in despair. The large man let go a firm grip on his oldest son's shoulder and came across the room to his wife.

"Please, Browen..."

He almost whispered pointing their five children standing in doorway - 3 boys and 2 girls.

"Don't scare them..."

Woman shook her head.

"I won't be quiet! I know their coming soon. The scouts says they're near!"

She shouted again.

"Do you want your sons to go through the same hell as you did?"

Man shook his head calmly and put his strong hands on her shoulders.

"You still have nightmares after those 15 years!"

"I know..." answered her husband pulling her to him. "I would hide them, but when they are found, they will be punished. I know their ways."

She was now crying in his firm embrace.

"But, we... have to do something."

Man looked at his sons and examined their faces for a second.

"I will hide them..." he said calmly. "Punishment or not. Maybe this will rescue them from nightmares."

Browen smiled widely trough tears.

"Thanks the Gods..." she whispered into his ear.

"Prepare" he said over his shoulder just before he left.

Browen ran towards the boys, knelt before them, looking at their faces and puting her warm hands on their faces and shoulders.

"You will ride quick and far" she said smiling still.

And then she looked into the eyes of the oldest son.

"You will have to tak care of your brothers"

The boy looked into her eyes without any reaction.

"Remember, what I had taught you."

Still any word came from the boy.

"Don't belive words of the tribe - you ain't fool... Dagonet, you must promise that you will take care of your brothers... and of father."

"I will..." was the silent answer.

TBC...

Uni