Falconfire25

At a young age Robert always took a liking to the family bow... it frightened me in a sense with how well he used it. The first day of summer Barten, Robert's father took him hunting and came back with a look of pure fear. Robert only being ten did not realize that they were mugged and threatened by the bandits of the area. The storm rolled in that night as the rain started to pour down against the stone roof of the family cabin. Barten and I sat across from one another at the dining table and Robert just sat and twiddled the spoon in the bowl as if he were waiting for something to happen. A bang on the door rang out through the cottage, we thought it was thunder for a second but we were wrong, Bandits charged into the house and grabbed Barten and me out from the table as Robert hid under the table. Robert looked afraid as he curled up in a ball only peaking out from the table cover. "Where is the money Barty?" Alic asked. Barten looked down into the mud with drops of water dripping from the tip of his nose. Without hesitation Alic ran a sword through the back of Barten's head. My head turned like lightning as I heard the sound of Robert screaming as he released an arrow into Alic's eye. Alic the bandit captain screamed out in pain as he motioned for the others to grab my child... I tried to give Robert enough time to run but instead he stayed and continued to shoot Alic and the others full of arrows. At the end of the violence four bodies layed in the mud. The bandits and... my husband they were all gone. Robert looked at me with the look of pure anger, something inside of him just snapped. Everyday for ten years he practiced sword and bow combat aswell as hand to hand combat. When the night rolled around he would go out into the woods and bring back what ever he could kill. The day he turned twenty one he left a note on his bed saying," Im leaving to go find the person who leads the bandits of our land and kill them. This is my vow, "I will never let anyone get hurt again because I am too weak". Robert spent the next three years wandering the lands surviving off of the bare minimum and living in camps. He was always more of a highlander kind of person with how he lived. Robert was taken over by the grief of not being strong enough to save his father so he trained until he could deal with any threat and protect everyone.