[Youth] Conrad Gentley, as a rule, does not say anything about himself and his past on his own initiative, and if asked, he tells something about a horse stable somewhere on the Empire, a large and friendly family, where he was born in 4 S.A. Mother - Anna, unemployed, father - Adrian, a former doctor. In general: everything went well, evenly and even boring, but it didn't last forever. By the age of majority, Conrad had no bad habits, no problems with discipline, behind him lay the hard-accumulated skills of handling many types of tools... When suddenly a day thundered that did not give rest to any person in the entire Oren - Tenth Nordling War. The family sent horses to help in the war. And this coincidence event radically changed the future of the young man, so he had to leave home in search of earnings.
[Prehistory of our days] The old wheels of the cart creaked, the mare slapped her hoof in the mud, the tired Сonrad smoked and thought about sleeping, he said to the horse: "Hurry up to the village!". But she looked anxiously towards the forest. "It's like she smelled wolves!", Konrad immediately realized. "Gallop, if you are not tired of living, until our shaggy neighbor jumped out!" But suddenly the mare darted sharply to the side: tore up the wagons and rushed away. The cart turned over on its side at the same moment, and Сonrad was eaten that night...
[Our days] (( Autobiography style, if you don't mind )) "Well, that's bullshit," Conrad said coldly — "Sit down, I'll tell you a story..."
If you think that you will always be safe in this world and you will not meet freaks who don't give a **** about your rights or just notorious psychos, then you are as stupid as donkey. It all started that evening when I was returning from the brushwood gathering, it really was a hard day, but not the worst in my life.
I was pinned down by a loaded cart and could not get out - it's a pity there is no knife! That's all. I was thinking that I didn't have time to say goodbye, that I didn't build a house, didn't raise a son, and that it was so shameful to die pressed into the stinking mud - too easy, right? Unfortunately, yes. The wolf never showed up, and before I thought of something, I could hear the clang of wheels and noisy conversations. Slave dealers. In the morning I was in their... prison? They and their slaves lived in this hole, who were engaged in mining minerals and selling them on the market.
I looked for help from the outside, but there was no response, and over time the atmosphere became so creepy that this soot got to my soul - as if the blood in my veins was getting cold, then I decided to take desperate measures. No, I'm not going to deceive these bastards or take them by force: there are too many, and they put out a watch at night, but I felt that spring would come soon, only, it seems, without me.
But let's not talk about the depressive - I'm still too young. In the mine where I plowed, I had my own tunnel, at the same time I guessed to hide the approach to it behind stones, it only remained to bring it out. To do this, I stole supplies for a few days, and during the shift I arranged a blockage so that it looked like I died under it, I even had to cut my leg to leave there a distracting smell of my blood for the dogs. It wasn't easy: I slept, ate and did less pleasant things in this narrow tunnel, it gave me goosebumps! However, soon the stone at the top gradually gave way to clay, and later I was already shoveling the earth.
How nice it was to suddenly find out that the air has no smell, and the water has no color. After taking a little rest, I headed into the unknown, although, from here you could definitely see the departing ship, which means I was not far from people, and therefore decided to find them. At midnight, pretty tired, I finally went out to the harbor: there was no infrastructure around, only an unmarked ship was loading. Without thinking twice, I grabbed an empty barrel, threw herbs into it, and a couple dozen fruits on top, and rolled it to the ship. Having already passed the ladder, they didn't ask me anything, only one dirty guy pointed to the hold - what I needed.
Hiding my barrel in a dark corner, and then hiding in it myself, I decided to rest. As I remember now: the creaking of wood and the sound of waves rocking the ship. And although the path was not easy, but now I know for sure that I will still make it to our spring.
