The Five Nations Ever-War

Chapter Two, The Facid

In a village farther away, lived a young facid, Robin. He lived in a highly educated village. His village had a high-end school program focused mainly on mathematics. They were also a military village, who rented their men out to other towns. They directly supplied guards for the castle of the facids. They were also one of the few villages that used technology, as the others wanted to stay in the past.

After class, Robin went over to his friend Sam's house. They decided to play poker. They didn't have money to actually gamble, but they could still play. Sam dealt 1000 coins worth of chips to Robin, and then to himself. He then proceeded to deal 5 cards each. They played for a while, and when you know strategy, as most facids knew, a game of poker is usually long. After about an hour, the game was won by Robin.

"Good game Robin," Sam said while giving Robin a high-five. "Thanks dude, you're also getting good", Robin replied. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Yea. I'll see you at school." Sam had said, as Robin started leaving the room. He needed to get home so that he could help his parents make dinner. He was an only child and lived with his mother and father. His mother worked as a teacher and chef, while his father worked at a military training camp. Because his father worked at a military camp, Robin was forced to attend training.

There was one problem though. Robin was not a fighter. He did not like violence and preferred to stay in his room with math books and other mathematical instruments. But, since he had to train, he trained to be a battle strategist, who would help with any fighting by commanding, giving tactical advice, and anything involving strategy.

He had to attend training for two hours every afternoon, before dinner. After that, he would eat dinner, and stay up reading textbooks.

As someone who loves mathematics, he was also fascinated by astronomy and wanted to look at the stars as often as possible, taking notes on the visible parameters of the planets he could see.

When he and his father got home after training, they walked into the house to the smell of roast beef, prepared early on, so it would be done when they got home. His mother was a great cook.

"Smells nice", Robin said, as he entered the foyer towards the kitchen, where his mother was cooking the food on their cooking spit. He set up the table as she finished cooking. The family sat at the table, and after their prayers began to eat their food. The beef roast was delicious, as is all of his mothers cooking. They cleared their plates, and went to do their own things, his mother cleaning off the silverware, his father taking a nap. Robin went up to his room to use his models and afterwards, found himself drifting off into a deep slumber, tired from the day activity. 

Suddenly, he was awoken by the sound of his mother knocking on his door