Travels Of An Adventurer

Departure

On top a hill, sat a slightly dilapidated mansion. And within, sat a slightly solemn man. This man had been chosen, in many ways one would say that he was being forced, to venture into the unknown world and earn glory for his house. This man, completely ignorant of what truly awaited in his world, was eager to go, to learn from the wise, and to become wise. However this was not why his family was abandoning him. He, in their selfish eyes, was just another mouth to feed. An expense that they could not afford as they were impoverished nobles.

"Oh, Zackarin, I worry for you so much, but this must be done" his mother cried. This was only acting as his mother had truly hated him and commonly thought him as the mistake of the family.

He replied with false bravado,"Please, mother, do not worry, nothing could so much as scratch me! Ah, but if I loiter here any longer I feel that I'll never leave!"

Zackarin stood from, his old and equally solemn chair and proceeded out of the mansion with his mother in tow.

"Oh my, I guess this is it..*sob*...goodbye my son" she said, finally revealing her crying card as he was loading the slightly lame donkey with his supplies and putting on the family "heirloom".

A suit of armor, that anyone could tell was much too big for him, and a sword, which looked more like a rusty kitchen knife than a proper sword.

She waved him off with her handkerchief until he had finally disappeared into the densely forested path that led to the nearest town.

"Finally, he is finally gone." She exclaimed while savoring the last word as if it was a juicy steak and then sighing as if work was over and it was time to go back home.