My mother wanted another boy. She didn't want a girl to be bothering her in the house. My father on the other hand wanted a girl, for no particular reason. Sadly, my mother died in child labour so I never had the chance to shock her. She would never get the chance to see that I would rather stay outside to muck pig pens with my brothers than sit inside and sew. She never lived to see me grow so I could shock her entirely and I still wonder to this day if she would even be the slightest bit proud of what I did.
Since my mother died, I spent the first 9 moths of my life with my neighbour. She had a son who was a moth or so older than me with firey red hair. When I could walk she sent me back to my own father with vauge advice to keep me away from the fire.
After a day with me, my father left me with my brothers so I could be there problem. He was a farmer and worked in the back feilds all day, my bothers did other chores on our property. They had no idea what to do with a child so they took turns tying a rope from my waist to their ankle. I was raised by my brothers with all the grit that came along with it.
The first odd hobby that I picked up was boxing when I was four. My brothers would go down on their knees and I would try my absolute hardest. After two years, I grew rather good at it or at least as good as a six year old could be. I began to challenge my crib mate next door to fights. His name was Paul, he was small for his age, which I used to my advantage. He really lacked natural skill and I beat him almost every time. Any other boy would have been embarrassed beyond belief but he was a gracious loser.
When I was around six and a half my brothers decided it would be amusing to teach me sword fighting. I learned with keen intrest and gained skill much faster than they expected. My father soon made us all small metal swords. If we were counting skill I would have been the best but sadly size almost always won over. When I was seven my passion for the sport finally shone through and I began to win. Constantly. Soon I was fighting anyone who would take my challenge and winning almost every time.
Once I had covered my brothers with bruises, they decided to teach me how to ride and fight at the same time. That was fun. Though I picked it up abnormally quickly.
"Ara!" my bother yelled as I opened a cut on his arm.
"You're the one who lost!" I retorted.
"Dismount," he snapped. "You're learning battle strategies." I loved my brothers dearly but they had a lot of responsabilities so when my brothers had to work I would play with Paul. He was a good person but he gave me less of a challenge than my brothers did.
"Ara?" he asked as he gazed blankly at my strategy.
"Yes?" I replied. I drew a long line to show how my knights would move.
"Want to learn how to shoot a bow and arrow?" I gave him a look, he just didn't want to lose to me again.
"Of course I would!" I said as I jumped up.
"Good," Paul replied with a smile.
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How to become king Arthur
FantasyI am a girl. I was born in the late 5th century. My mother died when I was young leaving me to be raised by my 6 older brothers who taught me to have a passion for horseback riding, battle strategizing and sword fighting. My name is Ara Fitzpaula. B...
