Imagine, you are a son of a king of a prosperous country. You have a life that very, very few ever live. You have been pampered all your life. However, there is no possible way that you will never become king yourself. Specialized tutors and a personal mentor have groomed you for just such a role, yet you are the seventh child. So far down the order of succession, that you cannot even be the bad boy Prince seeking his own pleasure. You cannot be the lesser prince to lead in battle. Even your sisters will succeed the throne before you. You are the baby of seven. However, there is a twist.
The King adores you more than all the rest combined. You are the apple of his eye, the golden boy. Your older siblings resent you to the point of disparagement. They teased you during your young life and escalated as you grew, especially when you manifested higher intelligence and excellent muscle memory. Your father spared no expense, recruiting the most famous teacher of the most difficult sword to master, just to train you. Your prowess with it made your older brothers tone down their hazing, but not their scorn. The King, hired the very best personal teacher to guide your studies and coach your social morays. The intricate delicacies of Royal Court politics, modern warfare tactics, and international political strategy all have been drilled into your mind. Your knowledge of art, music, dance, science, navigation, naval tactics, engineering, construction, fabrication, history. geography, and swordplay surpass even your eldest brother's. You are a fountain of knowledge yet no experience.
Your sisters are the only one to show you love and support from the family. They know your mother is not theirs, but to them, you are still their beloved brother. Their mother died many years ago, and yours passed only recently. Your father morns so deeply that he has withdrew from your presence. he fills his mind and heart with the affairs of state and no longer spends daily hours with you discussing the various topics.
Now that you have reached true adulthood, you have a choice; do you live your life as just a member of the royal court, pampered in every way imaginable, or do you see what you can truly become.
For Mordic the choice never arose. He knew what he must do from a very early age. Your father would be devastated, as your sisters, but leaving is the only way you will grow and learn. Your father's protection here at the castle, will only suppress your desire and ability to expand and know what you are capable.
Taking only what you value most, your Hodge, (legendary sword; family heirloom) your favorite hexahorse, Cearr, and a small collection of books and a few journals in your saddle bags, you head off into the wild yonder. Your life will be your own choosing. You hold the reigns. Correct decisions or disastrous consequences, you will embrace them both with relish.
(Morning all, I will attempt to tell the story of my main characters in their motivation for their impetus just before Birth of Legends begins. I would like you to see them as I have imagined them. Mordic is first because I have the most time spent on him. There will be no specific order. I hope you find these interesting and compelling. Thank you.)
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