"Now you be careful." A mother, with hair as green as grass, said as she straightened her eldest son's light grey uniform. She smiled, proud of him and all he was accomplishing. At first, when he had said that he wanted to be a Crimea knight, she was worried about him. That he might not get accepted, or that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the other trainees. But apparently her son a natural with a lance. If what he had told was true, he picked on up and was able to beat the rest of the trainees. Now he was off to go and become a real Crimea knight.

"I will mom." Oscar smiled at his mother, as he held the reins on his horse tightly. "I'll be back before you know it."

"You better." A deep voice, from behind him, said. Oscar turned to see a tall man, with hair matching his own, smiling widely at him. "I don't want to be telling your brothers stories about their brave brother who went off to be a knight and died."

In the man's arms was a baby boy, no more than two, with light green hair and dressed in a white onesie asleep in his arms. And,at his side, was a young boy with dark green hair holding onto the man's brown shirt with one hand and looking at a book with the other.

"I don't think they'd notice, father." Oscar joked, looking at the two not evening knowing he was there.

"What's with this 'Father' business?" His dad asked, "Last time you came it was still 'Dad'."

"Well, what can I say. In training they beat the more respectful terms into you."

"Ok, if that's what you're going to call me from now on. You're almost a full fledge knight of Crimea. You can make you own decisions now."

Oscar smiled as walked to him and rubbed his baby brothers head, which didn't disturb the baby's slumber, and his older, but still younger, brothers head.

"Huh?" He asked looking up from his book at Oscar, "Where are you going, Oscar?"

"I'm going back to the castle, Boyd."He said kneeling down, his grey robe falling to the dark green grass.

"B-but you just got here!" The five year old whined hugging his older brother tightly.

"You're the one who had your nose in that book the entire time I was here!" Oscar chuckled and rubbed his head, "Don't worry, I'll be back before you finish that book and returned to the real world again."

"Mm…." He whined, holding onto the robe, not wanting him to go.

"Come on don't be like that." Oscar pleaded, "Plus, I have a big job for you."

"What?" He asked, excited that his brother had a job just for him.

"I need you to watch over them." Oscar said, nodding his head at the rest of their family, "Dad can't keep up with everything on his own and mom will need help with little Rolf. Can you help them?"

"Uh huh!" He said, smiling widely.

"Good." He said, standing up and turning to his dad.

"So how come I'm dad when you talk about me to him?" He jokingly asked, smiling.

"Because it's respectful for me to call you it to your face." He said as he hugged his dad.

"You can call me whatever you want." His dad said and hugged him back, Kaff cough hack! He dad suddenly started coughing violently.

Oscar took his baby brother from his dad's arms, as his dad's face turned red like a apple and he turned around to avoid spraying everyone.

"Uh..." He moaned,getting himself under control and his face turning back to it's peachy color, "I'm ok. Don't know where that came from."

"It's ok dad." Oscar said, smiling as he handed the sleeping baby back to him.

"You better leave before it gets too dark." His dad said, pushing him towards the horse, "You make us proud you hear me?"

"Don't worry, father. I will." He said as he hopped onto the brown horse and whipped the reins and his horse took off. As he road down the green sea of grass he turned and saw everyone waving at him.

"Bye!" Boyd cried out, jumping in the air as he waved.

"Bye!" Oscar yelled back as he watched them get smaller and smaller until they became little black dots in the distances and then disappeared.