Konrad's story Options

[Konji]

I thought I would give it you in bitesize pieces...as I find them easier to read.


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Konrad woke up, slowly opening one of his eyes. He covered his face with his hand, the light of the midday sun burning his eyes. He pushed his bed covers down, his shiny leather tunic visible now. He never really changes his clothes, but has them washed immediately. He got up, sighing and brushing his coal black hair from his eyes.

“Where is father?” Konrad called down as he descended the antique wooden stairs.

“He is already at his school opening, but I didn’t want to wake you,” his mother replied, frowning as she looked up from her lunch. Picking up a slice of bread Konrad broke free of the confinement of his house, blinking ferociously at the revealed light. He looked around, still amazed at the artistry of the buildings surrounding him. He spent many an hour gazing out of the small opening in his room, just marvelling at the wonders of the architects and builders.

He glanced at the position of the sun to confirm his thoughts. “It is late in the day…I must get there if I am to pass the trials,” Konrad mumbled to himself. He raced through the backstreets of the city, passing the many landmarks on the way, and eventually reached his father’s dream…The Blade School.

[Konji]

Another update.

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Konrad staggered backwards, his mouth agape. All that was left was the foundations of the once noble Sword School, and a small plaque in the centre. Konrad shuffled to it, wondering what it would say.

It was obviously a memorial; Konrad could have guessed that from a mile away. On it were about 30 names, all neatly engraved. At the top were the teachers of the school, with the students beneath. Konrad read the first name…then crumpled to the floor and wept. It was his father.

He cried for several hours before an old man finally went over to him and asked what was wrong.

“Ah…nothing.” Konrad replied, standing up and turning round. He glanced back at the memorial again and searched through the names quickly. Luca wasn’t on. Konrad found this odd, but shrugged it off and walked briskly back home.

Konrad knocked on the door casually, leaning on the wall by the side of the house. His older sister, Iulia, opened it. She looked out coldly into the darkening street. It was a few moments before she noticed Konrad.

“Hey no more pr…! Konrad?” she stood there, confused. Konrad grinned slightly, walking past his dumbstruck sister and into the kitchen. His mother was crying at the table. Konrad looked around again and breathed in the familiar smell of his home. Along the mantelpiece were many pictures of Leontus and Konrad, all with flowers in front of them.

His mother was facing away from him, and had not heard nor seen him enter. Konrad shook her shoulder.

“Mother, I’m home.” He said, standing straight to hopelessly hide his injuries.
His mother turned slowly, then nearly fainted from the shock of seeing her son again.

“Konrad! I thought you were...” she cried, embracing him. Konrad didn’t return the hug.

“Dead? Well let’s just say I was and leave it at that eh?” he suggested, breaking free from his mothers grasp.

“Your father…” his mother mumbled, unable to finish the sentence.

“I know. But Luca wasn’t on the plaque, do you know why?” he asked, very suspicious about this. His mother heard his words then sunk back onto her chair again, crying.
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