Part 2
A while later Guy heard footsteps approach and stop at his bunk bed.
"Do you want to talk?" Joseph asked quietly.
"Leave me alone Joseph." Guy replied. He heard Joseph walk back to the other end of the room. That night the nightmare of what had happened that afternoon plagued Guy's dreams. The next day Guy looked at the gifts Allan had given him.
After I am accepted as one of Vasey's guards or soldiers I will wear this uniform. You will never far from my heart and thoughts Allan. I'll keep you with me. I swear it. Guy said silently. The next day Guy bit his lip as he line up the bow and arrow with the target. He could feel Allan standing next to him smiling and giving him encouragement. He released the arrow and hit the bull's eye. Over the next few weeks Guy defeated every opponent in the mock sword fights and hit the bull's eye in every archery practice. One night as he lay in his bunk Guy thought of the past thirteen years he had spent at the training school. When he had arrived there at age six he thought his life there would be a wonderful adventure, but what he had found was beyond a nightmare. Each day held the terrifying possibility that he'd be summoned to Vasey's quarters.
I miss you Allan. Guy thought. I never even told you the secret that eats away at my heart. I don't know who my father is. I don't who I am. Sometimes I think I'll never find out.
Twenty-three year old Guy finished getting redressed and walked out to the sitting room where Vasey was standing by the fire place.
"You're going to try out for a place in the guard next week." Vasey said. Guy nodded. Vasey smiled and walked over to Guy. Guy didn't breathe as Vasey put his hand on Guy's shoulder.
"You're a special man Guy." Vasey said.
"Thank you sir." Guy said humbly.
"I know you'll do better than any of the others next week." Vasey said. It took Guy all his strength not to cringe as Vasey kissed his mouth.
"You may be excused." Vasey said stepping back. Guy stopped and turned with his hand on the handle of the door.
"Sir, it seems like a dream, but I remember on the day I came here, the guard that came for me said I wasn't my father's son. If you please sir, who is my father? Do you know?" Vasey shook his head and shrugged. "That I can not tell you my lad." Guy nodded and left Vasey's quarters. As he walked back to his quarters Allan's voice echoed in his head.
"You're better than Vasey." And then like somewhere out of dream he heard a woman's voice saying "You're a good person. You're strong. No matter what, never forget that."
Who am I Guy wondered. If it takes my whole life, I will find out who my father is. Guy promised himself.
The week quickly passed. Monday of the next week he awaited his turn to be called out onto the field; just as Allan had all those years ago. Finally his name was called. Taking a deep breath he got his sword off of the bed and walked out to the field. As he walked out onto the field he could hear the cheers. He was surprised to hear some of the guards cheering for him. The guard who was his opponent looked especially nervous. The two drew their swords. Guy began the fight. Though he could hear the cheers, all Guy could see was his opponent. Allan's face flashed in Guy's mind's eye. Suddenly a rage he had never felt filled him. Letting a fierce yell he lunged at his opponent and dug the sword in the man's torso. When he withdrew the sword the entire blade was covered with blood. The cheering had ceased and everyone looked at him in amazement. Guy looked to where Vasey was standing and saw him smiling at Guy. That night Guy was called again to Vasey's quarters.