Zangulus' father squeezed his sons work hardened shoulder as he finished his last words. Then a smile grew from his lips as he realized the coming battle was not as hopeless as he thought. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, that blocking his face from Zangulus' eyes.
"When I am gone," he says raising his face into view "I ask of you one thing: Remember me, remember your mother,...and survive."
Zangulus' eyes filled with shock, he had never thought of his mother as mortal. In no way did he think that her sweet voice, star-like eyes and golden hair could fall under the fate that awaits all mortals. Zangulus straightened his shoulders and looked into his fathers eyes and said.
" I will."
"Go, now" said his father, "they won't expect your abilities, use this to your advantage, deception can be your greatest shield." Zangulus looked into his fathers eyes for what may be the last time, and put the yoke with the water holders back on his shoulders. He turned around and headed for the house.
As he got closer he could see his mother and a swordsman in green in front of the house. His mothers bird-like voice could be heard and by the look on his face, the swordsman liked what he heard. Out of nowhere a swordsman in a red shirt and Black vest stepped in front of Zangulus trying to knock him off balance.
"Where's your father boy?!!" Zangulus was trying to think quickly to save himself and his father. The silence from his mouth made the red swordsman grow impatient. "Dumb of tongue are you? What do you expect of mis-bred desert filth! Give me a drink boy!" Zangulus lowered the yoke and realized that his silence was the key to his next task. He clumsily got the yoke off his shoulders and spilled some of the water as he did. The red swordsman just glared at him impatiently. Zangulus nervously offered him the with which to take water out of the pots with. The swordsman yanked it from his hands and growled at Zangulus, who acted frightened and ran toward the house. The Swordsman laughed
"Go on run boy!! Just like your father does!!!!" Zangulus clumsily ran towards the house but smiling at the fact that now he he had the chance to complete his next task: to retrieve his sword.
As he burst through the door, he was met by a surprise sitting at the kitchen table was a sorcerer. He had silver eyes and a bony face topped with straight red hair that cascaded on to his shoulders and mingled with the pale blue and red of his cloak. One hand was on a staff and the other resting on the table. He mesmerised the boy with his stare.
"Hello, has your father come back from town yet?" at this the sorcerer lifted his hand off the table and rested on the hilt of a sword at his side. Zangulus saw that it was a strange hilt, dark blue green with two jewels and two spikes sticking out at a weird angle. The boy once again chose to remain silent. The Sorcerer waited a moment and then broke his stare which was Zangulus' cue to dash down the hall towards his room, making a lot of noise along the way as if he had tripped. He entered the doorway to his room and was met with a strange sound, like someone eating rudely with their mouth open. He had no idea what it was but crept towards his bed and pulled out his sword. It was not beautiful, but it was strong and weighted exactly for Zangulus. It was unspectacular except for the tree etched on the butt of the sword. But it was his, and this was the sword he had invested all of his abilities in, this was the sword that would bring him towards his destiny.
The Strange noise once again called his attention. He crept over to the window and peered out and saw a shock to his very soul. The back of the green swordsman with his mothers hands caressing it.
