~Path to Glory~

2

It's 7:00 and I've already trained in sword fighting with a scarecrow, my mother didn't approve of me destroying the scarecrow, but when I promised her that I would make a new scarecrow so that the birds wouldn't eat our seeds from the garden, she agreed to it. I didn't want to use my grandfather for training, yes, he watched me practice and suggested every correct posture and sword grip, but I didn't want to involve him in physical exertion, he's survived his fights, let him rest in his old age.

- Alvaro, hold that sword tighter. At the first good swing, you would lose the weapon and you would be done for. - said my grandfather with a slight embarrassment in his voice.

- I'm trying, but it's heavy! It's not easy to hold something that weighs a good 20 kilograms! - I tried to hold the sword quite tightly. My grandfather always said "A good knight can even lift a horse with an orphanage".

- Alvaro, come eat your breakfast.  You have to eat to have the strength to keep training. And remember not to neglect school, because if you get another bad grade, you'll say goodbye to your sword and training. - you could hear that my mother was irritated by my forgetting to eat. Who in their right mind is hungry at 8 in the morning? But I didn't want to argue with her, she's been through too much in life for me to finish her off now. My older brother, Cristian, did enough. My grandfather threw him out of the house because he insulted the chivalric code. But I decided to stick to it, even though I'm not a knight yet. I can only join the trials at the age of 18, and I'm 17 for now, so I'll be able to start in a year. I really want to fix the status of our surname, they used to say "The Paris family are the greatest and most powerful knights", but now because of my brother they say that we're simpletons and don't deserve such a title. I'll fix it all... I promised my mother and grandfather. And I really want to keep the promise I made.  And I will keep it even if I have to die. But with honor.

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Monday started, 8 a.m., the first lesson of course, my native language, Spanish.. We were supposed to read the reading and I didn't even touch it for two whole weeks. I tried to remember as much as possible of what my friend told me, maybe I'll get a good grade because otherwise my mother will throw me to the crocodiles.. Of course she won't do it seriously because she loves me too much.

The teacher came and all hell broke loose. He threw the books on the counter and started talking.

"If someone is not prepared, they can leave. But they will have a correct grade for their knowledge, of course without improvement!" - his voice was deep and loud, we always heard him from the end of the corridor as he lectured students for not wearing appropriate school clothes.

-I hope he does the test, and not that he asks everyone one by one... If he asks them one by one, I'm finished - I said quietly to my friend when Mr. Padrón was handing out the test papers.

He did the written test, that's good. But I've been lucky since morning. Dios Sol is watching over me though.