Brave Boy
A/N: This idea I have seen once before, and it was never finished, so I'm taking it upon myself to try and write this out.
Summary: 13 years after Badon Hill, what has become of Lucan?
Prologue
It is strange what one recollects. We do not remember meeting our parents, we do not remembering the moment we know who they are; we only know. I am an exception, as are many others orphaned. I do not remember my parents, or my siblings, if I had any. I can remember blue eyes and dark hair, but images do not paint the picture of a face I will never see.
I am not bitter, or sad. This is simply the way things are. When I was taken from my village at six… and placed in that horrible place, I hardly knew my mother. The rationalization that this is a good thing is that, had I been a bit older, it could have been much more difficult. I remember feeling the loss of her, knowing I was in a different place, but I don't remember knowing why I cried.
And then I was saved.
I did not stay six summers old. I grew, became a man. First, however, I was a boy without a father. When I found one – not that I am under the delusion that had he stayed alive he would have adopted me as a son – he was killed.
And I was left alone, as so many are, to care for myself.