We walked the plains, me and Delita, side by side. Delita offen teased me,
about being involved with Alma. I didn't care, I loved my sister no matter
what. Okay, maybe I loved her more than a sister. We did have our moments,
brother and sister moments, to intimate moments a husband and wife would
share. I wanted to marry Alma perhaps, but Zalbag said not until we became
of age, Dycedarg just grunted, he didn't care.
I drifted into a mass of dreams, dreams from long ago. I suddenly was blasted, that screaming voice.
"But father, I love her!" I screamed, taking the blow. I hit the floor. I was young then, only about fifteen years old. Alma was thirteen. I was whooped bad that day. I was behind the barn with Alma, and I snuck a kiss. Of course, father wasn't too happy.
"Ramza! You want to be a respected man. Not some lovehardy boy wanting to settle down! Marriage, and love, can wait till you are powerful." My father said, walking off. I sighed, then stopped, a pounding ensued in my head, and I could faintly here the psalm of the church in my ears.
"Ramza! Get up, someone's being attacked by thieves!" Delita screamed in my ear, awakening me from my slumber of the past. I quickly drew my sword, and pointed it forward.
"Right then. Okay Delita..1, 2, 3...CHARGE!" I yelled, in the most heroic tone I could muster. Both me and Delita ran forward, weapons ready. The young man being attacked managed to hold up his buckler, to deflect the bewildering stabs the thief was giving.
"Delita, hold that thief off, I'll save the man!" I yelled from across the plains of Mandalia. Delita gave a quick nod to my order, and dashed towards the thief.
"Runt, get back! This Limberry Cadet is to die by my knife!" The thief growled, stabbing the man in the arm. The man howled in pain, but that pain was silenced when he saw the thief die to Delita's rod.
"So, why did he attack you?" I asked. The man just shrugged.
"He kidnapped the Marquis, and was going to kill me. Thankfully you two showed up. I'm Algus by the way." Algus replied to my question, in a quick manner. I just smiled.
"Well, we're on our way to Igros. You can come." Delita said, walking out quickly. I laughed, and left. Algus wasn't sure..but he nodded, and went on with us.
I drifted into a mass of dreams, dreams from long ago. I suddenly was blasted, that screaming voice.
"But father, I love her!" I screamed, taking the blow. I hit the floor. I was young then, only about fifteen years old. Alma was thirteen. I was whooped bad that day. I was behind the barn with Alma, and I snuck a kiss. Of course, father wasn't too happy.
"Ramza! You want to be a respected man. Not some lovehardy boy wanting to settle down! Marriage, and love, can wait till you are powerful." My father said, walking off. I sighed, then stopped, a pounding ensued in my head, and I could faintly here the psalm of the church in my ears.
"Ramza! Get up, someone's being attacked by thieves!" Delita screamed in my ear, awakening me from my slumber of the past. I quickly drew my sword, and pointed it forward.
"Right then. Okay Delita..1, 2, 3...CHARGE!" I yelled, in the most heroic tone I could muster. Both me and Delita ran forward, weapons ready. The young man being attacked managed to hold up his buckler, to deflect the bewildering stabs the thief was giving.
"Delita, hold that thief off, I'll save the man!" I yelled from across the plains of Mandalia. Delita gave a quick nod to my order, and dashed towards the thief.
"Runt, get back! This Limberry Cadet is to die by my knife!" The thief growled, stabbing the man in the arm. The man howled in pain, but that pain was silenced when he saw the thief die to Delita's rod.
"So, why did he attack you?" I asked. The man just shrugged.
"He kidnapped the Marquis, and was going to kill me. Thankfully you two showed up. I'm Algus by the way." Algus replied to my question, in a quick manner. I just smiled.
"Well, we're on our way to Igros. You can come." Delita said, walking out quickly. I laughed, and left. Algus wasn't sure..but he nodded, and went on with us.