Sir Terrowin
"Who are we to say who is wrong or right? Who is it to say that we are all wrong or all correct?" the question was purposed and Terrowin responded clearly, "Those with the riches and power. Power over a life, power to have a soul suffer. Thus, the ones to worship are the ones superior, such as your father.
For an example. Why is the murder of a innocent unrighteous, because it is punished. And why is it punished, because the king ordered it. Therefore that is the end it, no question or word to the king. Hold your head lower than the ones above and it won't come off. You have to understand, my home life. Before the academy, before training as a mighty knight. I can only recall when I was four and beggars, peasant and strangers would nurture me. It was as if I was a stray dog chopping on scraps. When I was five, a group of children my age at the time struggled to lip a trick from the almost vacant trough for horses. We were no longer in the peasant streets, no we were in the villages concealed with middle-class subjects. Something surprise me at such a young boy, those subjects' horses received water, but us- we couldn't even hold single cup of water. We then started fighting, I plunged my boney fist at the scrawny boy's ribs next to me. And with a single blow, he rested over the ground digging his fingers into his sore spot. I hurt those boys, even a girl, and I hurt them bad... So I could survive. I drank that horse spit water, and it was paradise, it recused me from death.
To butcher a long story to a small, a solider approached me- glancing at the aching bear children, he clutched my shoulder. He then escorted me to the barracks where I was enlisted. Years later when I was much, much older and mature I then trained to become a knight."
He sighed looking at the grass. He was not teary, no he believes he has already shed enough tears.
"Kings, hard for me to respect them when there are so many children who starve, Starving and not even seen as subjects but animals."
For an example. Why is the murder of a innocent unrighteous, because it is punished. And why is it punished, because the king ordered it. Therefore that is the end it, no question or word to the king. Hold your head lower than the ones above and it won't come off. You have to understand, my home life. Before the academy, before training as a mighty knight. I can only recall when I was four and beggars, peasant and strangers would nurture me. It was as if I was a stray dog chopping on scraps. When I was five, a group of children my age at the time struggled to lip a trick from the almost vacant trough for horses. We were no longer in the peasant streets, no we were in the villages concealed with middle-class subjects. Something surprise me at such a young boy, those subjects' horses received water, but us- we couldn't even hold single cup of water. We then started fighting, I plunged my boney fist at the scrawny boy's ribs next to me. And with a single blow, he rested over the ground digging his fingers into his sore spot. I hurt those boys, even a girl, and I hurt them bad... So I could survive. I drank that horse spit water, and it was paradise, it recused me from death.
To butcher a long story to a small, a solider approached me- glancing at the aching bear children, he clutched my shoulder. He then escorted me to the barracks where I was enlisted. Years later when I was much, much older and mature I then trained to become a knight."
He sighed looking at the grass. He was not teary, no he believes he has already shed enough tears.
"Kings, hard for me to respect them when there are so many children who starve, Starving and not even seen as subjects but animals."