Kapitel 12: Safe and Sound
Aleksi POV:
I was resting on the couch and looking at Anthony. I couldn't help but smile, it was as if we were destined to meet. After all, he had helped protect our home and killed at least ten men, depriving the bandits of at least a fifth of their manpower if the reports were true. Looking down at the dagger wound in his thigh, I decided to get up and grab a bandage I had seen in the bathroom. I walked through the room, everyone alert, making sure no more bandits were attacking. When suddenly a horn sounded three times in a row. I saw a smile slowly appear on the faces of my father and Robb.
This must mean that the bandits, or what was left of them, had fled or been wiped out if I was to be allowed to walk away from their happy demeanour. I decided to go on with the bandage. I entered my room and headed for the bathroom. Opening the door, I turned to my left and saw a bandage lying there, half used.
I grabbed it and made my way back to the main room. Leaving my room, I walked over to where Anthony was and held his head down, grabbing the knife. I closed my eyes and pulled it out. It was a standard dagger, with no serations to take out the arteries when it was removed. Anthony whimpered in pain and wrapped the bandage around his leg. I finally took my hand off his head and allowed him to lift it, staring at his wound, he looked back at his meal and continued to eat as if nothing had happened. This brought a slight surprise to my face, although I had put it down to his pain tolerance being higher than most.
" Right, me and Robb will regroup with the others in the tavern. Son, stay here and protect Rosie. "My father spoke to us before walking over to me and handing me his sword, "Listen boy, this is Valyrian steel. It is our heirloom, protect those behind it and defeat those who cross its path, it's name is Tales End. For many have tales to tell, but theirs shall be ended by this very sword. Be it man or beast. "
Hearing him, I nodded and took the sword. When I lifted it, it felt lighter than a shopping bag with nothing in it, I felt like I could swing it as fast as a badminton flying through the air before it was slowed down.
"Remember, boy. Protect Rosie. "My father reminded me.
"Of course, you entrusted me with this, so I will. " I nodded at him.
" That's a good lad, we will be back in a couple of hours. So don't you worry too much. "
My father opened the door and left with Robb in tow. As I watched the door slowly close behind them, I glanced at Rosie and saw that she was petting the dog. She was babbling on about how she'd like to have a good boy like him one day. This is going to be a boring couple of hours, since I'm going to have some free time, I decided to practice some swings with my sword, but found it harder to get a feel for it.
What kind of idiot would use a weapon as a disadvantage? Sure, the only advantage is that it can cut through most things, which is the only understandable reason I can see why someone would use it. '
"Alek, I have a question? " Rose chimed in.
"Yeah, what is it. "
" You know, like your dad is this really strong hunter. Will you be like him one day? " She tilted her head.
"Probably, after all, what we do is hard work, even if we make it look easy. " I gave her a smile.
" Cool, you'll be so big and strong, maybe you can carry me everywhere. "
"I don't think that would be possible. " I replied with a wry smile.
"Why not, you can protect me because I'll always be with you." She spoke energetically.
" Yes, but my back would be sore from carrying you all day. "
"But you'll be big and strong, you should be able to carry me. "
The conversation between me and Rosie went on and on. I had to explain to her why I couldn't carry her, and she practically always responded with the words "Nuh uh". It was frustrating, but it allowed me to take my mind off things and enjoy the peace and quiet. Torches flashed by from time to time, keeping me alert throughout the night.
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A few years later:
I got out of bed, living in the same hut, although there had been a few renovations, such as the mirror in the hall, and the various animal skulls that now adorned my room, my most prized piece being a bear's head that I'd wrestled with before ripping the head off its body after an intense struggle. So I guess the rumours of my mother's strength are true, but I still have not figured out why it happens. My friendship with Rosie has grown and I may be catching feelings, though I think it is just the summer heat, the Greyjoy rebellion is long over. Unfortunately, my father and I were unable to take part, as we had to help rebuild our village. I now had a large number of scars across my chest to show the marks of failures or battles in my hunts.
My proudest was being thrown 10 feet by a Elk. This really made my blood boil, but leaving that topic aside, I went into my bathroom and decided to take a shower as I felt dirty due to me not having had a shower for the past week due to us trying to track down a group of wolves and watch them for a few weeks, for someone to write about the behavior of said wolves and send the book to the maesters for them to research some more.
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I know, big time skip but I didn't really know what else I could write for the earlier stages of his life. He'll be around 15 now so it's been 9 years since Roberts Rebellion.
Anyways don't forget to leave a review as it would help me understand my mistakes.
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