Aaron Barbarossa's Story

Marcus decided to come into town early when he got a letter that Nasir would be finish a month early with everything and that Elwin was already done with the dresses. He was pretty excited, he hadn't seen Elwin since that bar night and he had hoped he had come to senses and would pick him. They had been knowing each other the longest and he knew Elwin could forgive him and love him. It had been done so many times.

He stood outside one of the most expensive inns in the city. His father wanted him to have some kind of security, though he knew his father had a secret motive for this man to be here.

"Father sent you with me, what for?" he asked when they were in private.

Barbarossa glared at Marcus disdainfully, then chuckled.

"You are Marcus, Ja? I am to transport you to the Keavaris village.", said Barbarossa in a thick german accent. He took a long drink from a flagon shortly before abruptly throwing it at a passing rat like a throwing knife, killing it instantly. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said,"Shall we move?"

"We are here."
As Aaron led Marcus to the final destination, he asked him a question. in his thick German accent.
"I have request for you. You see, sometimes, when I'm not working, I don't have anyone else at home. Just me. So, could you help me find a pet? I know its an odd request but, well, can you?"

Marcus was going to kill his father. He never needed an escort before so why now? Did his father here about his confession the last time he was here? Or was there someone coming for Elwin? "If you go that way," He pointed in the direction of the dragon farm, "you will find a lady who owns dragons. I hear she has all different sizes. Find you one and I will pay for whatever you get if you leave now and go to her." He was getting annoyed that he had to be babysat somewhere where we had been to over a thousand and one times.

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Elwin laughed, running his fingers through Atlas' hair. He loved his mop hair, he loved everything about him. He was in a happy place when he heard the voices outside, Marcus and some other man were here. "We can hope, looks like someone is with him. So he might not try anything after all." He kissed Atlas quickly before walking over to the door and opening it just in time to see Marcus point in a direction. "Hello men, I see you two are here for some dresses? Come in, they are ready and marvelous!" He wasn't going to let Marcus get him down. He could see Marcus annoyed with the fact that he had someone with him. Marcus walked in and looked at Atlas, a smirk on his face. "I see a choice was made. Good. Mother is going to love the dresses." Elwin saw his hand come up and was going to back away, but Marcus just patted his head and handed him the sack of money.

"Keep it here will you? I don't want to drag them back to the room and have something happen to'em. Mother would murder me and we both know none of us would want that." He laughed.

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Roshia and Daryl looked up to see Rowan walk in. They both smiled, but Daryl got up and shook his hand. "You must be the man who married Roshia, congratulations on the marriage and kid on the way. I am Daryl, a family friend, and that pink headed doll out there is my daughter Genevieve. Pleasure to finally be able to meet you." He said, smiling at him. They were both the same height and clearly different after that except for personality wise. She started to realize that they were so close in personality. Her heart dropped. Here she was with a Daryl after all.

"Ah yeah, this is Rowan. Rowan, Daryl and I go way back to like... diapers. His parents owned the farm across the lake. He decided to move back in and now he decided to pick up where he left off... by driving me nuts." She laughed with Daryl. Though she wasn't off about picking up where they left off, he didn't want to drive her crazy. Especially now that she had a family of her own.

"It comes naturally...big brother personality. You treating her right?" Daryl asked, his voice a little serious now.

Elwin kept walking until they were by the lake when he turned around. "Look, kid... or whatever your name is, I was sent here three weeks ago by myself. I don't need gramps and the kid to protect me. I am cutting this shit short. It is an insult and a slap in the face from my father." He growled and continued walking. He stopped again, "You said the BEST? If he thinks you are the best we should be training taller and stronger men. I am sure you can swing that sword some kind of way, but you are better as someone's play toy, not as someone's protector." Marcus got back to walking, slamming the inn doors open and going up to his room. He grabbed everything and shoved it into the carriage. "You can either walk or you can get in. We are going back." He watched as the old man climbed in and waited for the small redhead to climb in.

"My name is Erorn, not that you care. Yes I am the best guard your family has, and yes there are plenty of taller and stronger men in the guard ... and I kicked each of their asses." He growled at Marcus. "And quite frankly I couldn't care less if you want to leave early. The less time I have to spend guarding a spoiled shit like yourself, the better. But mark my words, the next time you call me kid, I'm gonna make your ass the new sheath for my sword. Are we clear, your Highness?" He sneered, his hand on the hilt of his sword ready to draw it.