Chapter 2: Mother/father/homeland

Both of my parents had the elemental power of fire. This was good for me because if one of them were gone, which was mostly my father, I always had someone to train and look after me. They taught me well; even when I was small I was talented. Some were jealous, most were proud, proud to have me as a member of the village. It made me proud to have the parents I did. My father was the leader of april springs/ our village. He was the most proud; he told me every day he was home that I would be a great hunter and leader.

In our village there were many jobs to be done. There was salesman, farming, hunting, and my favorite at the time, warrior. My father wanted me to be a hunter; I wanted to be a warrior. He would never let me of course; he is an ex-warrior. He would never let me see hear or do the things he did. I didn't like it but I respected and understood it. I was young, in human years I was 15, and still had time to figure out what I wanted to be and do in life. Well, I decided to ask my father plane out if he would allow me to be a warrior.

"Dad?"

"Yes son."

"Why am I bound to what you wish of my future? You say I'm free to make my own decisions. And you…

"Who said you couldn't make your own decisions?" he interrupted.

"I want to be a warrior, if I am free to make my own decisions you would respect this."

I was surprised that my father sat there silent for a while, and then he laughed. But what surprised me the most Is what he did next. He laughed, then looked at me with a smile.

"you are free to make your own decisions" he said.

There was a part of my heart that didn't believe him, but I was to surprised to pay any attention to it. I smiled real big and said…

"really dad?"

"yes, you can make your own choices, just not idiotic ones." He said sternly '

I knew that was coming, he always had something to say about my ideas. That and my mother was to protective, she had to know where I was every second of ever day. Whenever I mention war she says…

"Honey, you're too precious to wear battle armor. "

So, even after hearing my parents thought, it never shook my mindset. I had a dream of marching into battle that very night. I guess it only maid sense, a young boy seeing himself as a big strong adult. I suppose that's how all children would like to see themselves. Its funny to think about it now, but when I got a taste of what I believed to be heroic and brave, it was bitter and cold