OK, let's get this straight, once and for all. I know some dudes have been confuzzled: the title is Gareth the older when he was younger, implying that I'm writing about DUKE Gareth when he was younger. The bully is NOT Ralon, and he just says street rat because he does. OK? We don't know who DUKE Gareth's dad is, and we don't know it the Naxens were a very powerful family then. With heritage, certainly, but didn't DUKE Gareth rise in the noble ladder a lot during his life? I think so... if that's all sorted, on with the story!

this chapter is too short to do anything with, but I'll add more when I get a computer of my own- this story has mainly been done in ICT.

Gary ran to the newly-built training grounds with the other pages, his feet crunching gently on the gravel. The training grounds loomed up against him, one of the best protected parts of the castle, as so many battle secrets and techniques were shown there. The building was limestone, and, like most of the rest of the castle, looked as though it had water running down it. As he ran down the hill, the wind in his hair and his clothes flapping, Gary marvelled that the world could be so beautiful, so wonderful and pure. The trees glistened from the rain that had fallen the night before, and the wind whistled through the trees. Gary felt like a bird, flying on clear azure skies. Then the rain cloud came.
"Oh, it's 'Sir Mighty Naxen'!" It was the big boy from yesterday. "Look at you, swaggering down the hill like you own the Palace! Who do you think you are?"
"Who I am." Gareth was trembling. He was sure he didn't have the guts to stand up to the boy, and all his horrid cronies, who were now gathering.
" And that is? A goatherd? An illegitimate son- you can't be a proper Naxen with that face. Did you fall on a sword when you were younger?" The boys started sniggering.
The boy tapped another boy on the shoulder, who stepped forwards and smartly kicked Gary over.
"Please, please, stop it! I'll do anything to make you stop!" Gary gasped, all the wind knocked out of him. "HELP! SOMEBODY, HELP!"
The boy who had kicked him over kicked his mouth so hard one of the teeth got pulled from its roots. "Shut up"
"AHHHHHHHH!" Gary screamed with pain. He couldn't help it. His mouth was filled with blood- he couldn't swallow at all. Searing pain filled his jaw and gums. He couldn't breathe. The next thing he saw was blackness.
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EDIT: more!

Gary didn't even have to open his eyes to feel the pain. Pain in his jaw, pain in his eyes, pain in his nose, pain in his stomach, but mainly in his teeth. They felt as though he had had all of his teeth wrenched out, and, in fact, some of his teeth were out. He could taste the blood.
When he finally opened his eyes, he saw Magnita's face above him.
"rgrhiefde" he said weakly.
"Come on not- how'dyou expect to talk with a mound of mangled teeth in your mouth" she said gruffly. "Those boys beat you bad- you should watch out for them!"
"gno boyes" Gary tried to say. It came out even worse than he thought.
"'No boys?' I was right behind you. I saw everything. It was horrible- I mean, a son of Naxen being treated like he WAS a goatherd! Dreadful! How do they think-" Gary raised a hand to shut her up. He mimed writing on the quilt.
" You want to tell me something? Write it down?"
Gary nodded. Magharita hurried off. Gary settled down to sleep
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