William Hourus II
William said, with a strict and calm tone as he walked over the training grounds. He walked over to the two soldiers, currently going head to head in a sparring. Both men sheathed their swords, and kneeled before William. He nodded at them and motioned for them to stand up.
"You are improving. That's fortunate." He said, and grabbed one of the new recruits sword. He held it firmly, and swinged it through the air. Feeling the weight of the sword, and how balanced it was. He sighed, and threw it on the ground infront of the recruit. "Get this to the blacksmith. It's to heavy for you to handle." William stated as he looked at the recruit.
He turned away from the two and started to walk towards the nearby barracks.
He yelled. A little boy came running, with a wooden sword and shield, swinging both wildly around himself. He came upon the Knight, and tripped infront of his feet. "Pico." William said, as the boy was getting back up. "Get me my notebook, from my room. Top shelf." The little boy brushed dirt of himself, and grabbed his wooden armaments and ran off towards the villa.
William chuckled and shook his head. He turned around, and faced the training grounds once again. He watched, as the sun was rising at the horizon, slowly starting the new day.
"Finally." He said, and kept walking.
Time passed, and William was now sitting in the Barracks, talking to the Sergeant. They were going through todays schedule. William was tapping his finger on the table, still waiting for Pico to come with his notebook. He straighted up his back, and put one leg over the other, starting to tap his foot.
"So, Sergeant. How are the new recruits?" William asked, looking at the battle worn Sergeant. The Sergeant looked at the Knight, and chuckled. "They are but boys, to far away from their fields. They won't do much good any time soon." He said, and scratched the back of his head. William sighed, stopped the tapping, and shook his head slightly. "That is unfortunate. But, if anyone can train them, it is you." He said. And sat up straight, and pushed the chair back and stood up. He walked towards the door, opened it, and said "Don't go easy on them." and then left the barracks.
He headed towards the villa, and could her the Sergeant screaming and yelling out commands behind him. He loved mornings.
William kept walking towards the villa, looking around, enjyoing the new day for each step he took. Soon, he got to the stables, where he could hear a familiar laughter coming from the back. He walked around the stables and found Pico, playing in the grass, with Williams notebook next to him. He sighed, and walked up to the boy, and grabbed a hold of him, lifting him up.
"Where were you? I was waiting for this." He said, and picked the notebook up. The boy was starting to shed tears, out of fear for the Knight. William looked coldly at Pico, throwing him back to the ground.
"I-im s-so sorry Master, please forgive me!." The boy cried. William simply looked away, and walked back to the front of the stable, leaving the boy there, crying. A house maid came walking by, as he was heading back to the villa. "Take care of Pico. He is behind the stable. Make sure he gets no dinner tonight." William said, and kept walking towards his home.
He enterd his home. He took his shoes of in the foyer, and handed his robe to one of the maids. "i'll have my breakfast now." He said, and walked into the dining room. He sat down, at the far end of the table, sinking down into his chair. Sighing.
"They'll never learn..." He said, and threw the notebook across the table.