perspective one, first outset

Just Words on a page, yet still, what can be done can be done. I know the fate of platitudes is to only hold the meaning of the present situation. I know that only the willingness of the listener to see through the obvious will enable them to perceive deeper meanings.

At a young age I already believed myself to know so much, and because of that knowledge I was fearful. I knew the weather could come and tear away our crops, I knew that bandits could come and take our lives and possessions, I knew that the lords couldn't or wouldn't protect us even as they would take a tenth of what we made. I knew most people's talents lie hidden within them rarely ever to be used. I knew farm life would bore me and I was always asking more and more questions. More and more my parents would admit to me that they didn't know.

Before my tenth winter and before the summer got to it's hottest, my parents sat me down and they said to me "you'll never be happy here" they were telling the truth, and I could see it, but what that was leading up to I was fearful of, because that would mean I would have to leave the relative safety of the farm. it was clear that they had talked many long nights about this, and that they were firm in their conclusion of what I should do. That in it's self was cause for worry. Yet I found they were right to be concerned, for I was becoming restless and needed to learn more of the world.

They told me of a city that had a school far to the north, they didn't know much, for what information that they had gathered were but rumors on the wind. I spent that night making a straw hat to wear to protect my head from sun and rain. The next morning was one of the hardest I've ever faced. Knowing I had to leave my parents behind and head out into the world without the support of the farm to feed me. I could understand my mother crying, I myself was sad to be leaving. My father gave me twelve heavy coppers, and seven light coppers. He counted them out in front of me and set them in a small bag with a tether I could attach to my belt. when he set that bag in my hand I didn't expect to see tears rolling down his cheeks. I embraced my mother one last time and said my goodbyes.

I Had decided to walk through the wheat fields one last time on the way to Dulfurl the closest village. I knew it was only a half day's walk but I wanted to make sure I got there with enough time in the day to ask around who would be able to take on someone as an apprentice.