Corsario Sat Sep 17, 2011 11:33 pmBasilius and the miller's daughter
As a 8 year old boy he was in love with the miller's daughter. Well, that puppy love 8 year olds have with a pretty girl, with ponytails and colorful dresses, innocent smiles and joyful laughter.
So when she lost 3 bronze eagles her father gave her for buying milk, and when he saw her father about to hit her, he did the only thing he could think. He put himself between them, closed his fists, and told the miller to punish him instead.
He had grown hearing stories about his father. How he was a chosen one, an Adarian Disciple, tasked with defending the innocent and the weak, and he dreamed with glory and recognition as a Disciple, a Knight, a Hero. Just like his father.
When her mother saw him with a black eye later that day, and knew what had happened, she chastised him for his foolishness, and told him not to bother other parents with his fantastic notions of chivalry and heroism.
He went crying that night to bed.
But the other day, when the miller's daughter gave him a kiss in the cheek, he knew that knighthood was his path in life, and that nor glory nor recognition was important. Only love was important.
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