(this was written during futsal. so 8th grade i think)
Pain burst through frasiers head, his eyes blurred as he fell to the ground.
“Ooh… you okay, didn’t mean to hit you that hard.”
The voice came from above frasier, as he was now on the ground. Through his teared eyes he saw a hand reach down towards him, he took it.
“Thanks…” Frazier said as he was lifted up.
His eyes were clearer now and he could see the face of his best friend and mentors face. As it cleared more he could see a look of concern on it. The concern seemed to be well founded, for as soon as the hand was realeased from his, he collapsed back to the ground.
He was caught again before he could fall completely.
“Thanks… Again.” He managed to grogg out.
His eyes had blurred again, as he was lifted back up. This time the hand didn’t leave him. Slowly, he felt himself regaining strenghth, and the grogginess left him.
“Sorry about that…” Frasiers friend said.
“Ah, it’s nothing, Jonah.” Frasier said.
“Ok, let’s head back.” Jonah said
“No. No. No. Let’s go again.” Frasier said.
Jonah chuckled, “are you crazy, look what happened to you last time.”
“Come on!” Frazier scrambled to his practice sword, it wasn’t really a sword at all it was just the straight part of a branch. Just the right thickness and weight for a sword.
“No, I can’t do that to you!? I’m 4 years older than you.” Jonah exclaimed.
“Come on! I have to practice if I’m ever going to help in this war.” Frazier said.
Frazier saw Jonah heitate before answereing, it looked as if he was articulating what he was going to say next. “Well…frazier… it’s not li ke you’re ever going to be a knight or anything” Jonah said.
Frazier was tooken aback, “Who says I can’t be.”
“Well just look at you, you’re kinda small and scrawny.”
“Well then waht are you training me for.”
“Just common crooks and things of that sort.”
Anger welled up into frazier, and as stealthily possible let out a long breath. “Well, help me fight against crooks.”
Jonah’s face broke out into a smile, “Ah, I give up.”
Following suit Frazier smiled too. Jonah went to pick up his sword too. But hesitated.
“You sure…”
“Yep.” Frazier replied instantaneously.
“Okay well than you choose where you want to start,” he smiled again, “I’ve at least got give you a chance.”
“You wish.”
Frazier took in his surroundings. He was in a small clearing in a forest, there were short scrubby bushes around, with sparsely placed grass. Where the grass wan’t, there was sand, the ground was very bumpy, with uneven ground, and holes every once in a while.
Frasier chose to go near the middle of the clearing on one of larger bumbs in the ground. There were larger bumbs near the edge of the clearing, but he wanted plenty of room to move.
He put his stick in the ready position. Jonah set himslef around the bump frazier was on. He started circling around, ever so slowly. He circled more and more, never looking as if he was to attack. Frasier found hself getting stuck in the pattern, and shook himself.
Suddenly, Jonah lunged. Frasier was caught off guard with the slow circling, but he managed to jump out of the way. But now he had lost the high ground. Jonah quickly took up the small bump whciih frasier had previously been on.
Frasier copied Jonah’s circling around the bump. He was caught off guard again as Jonah whipped his stick down onto ihs sholder.
Frasier fell to the ground on all fours. Jonah brought his stick down but stopped it just above Frasier’s head.
“Come on, lets go home.” Jonah held out his hand
Jonah stopped by Frasiers house.
“Okay, see you tommorrow.”
“Yeah, you too.” Frasier replied.
Then frasier opened the door. Inside he found a neat little house, with not very much inside. There was only two rooms, the living room, which frasier slept in; and the bedroom which his father slept in.
The first room which he was in now, had a small circular table with three chairs, all wooden. There were also four hand weaven baskets with precious little clothes in them. There was an old rusty fireplace. And a straw mattress which was pushed away into the corner; that was what he slept on.
His father stepped into the room, his face was sunken, with course black hair, graying with age. But behind the downcast was horrible loss.
From a young age both of his parents had died. He was then put into an orphanage with several other children. He went on his way until he married frasiers mother. Frasier was born a little later, then disaster struck.
When frasier was twelve, two years ago. Some petty thiefs and crooks were in town. They went around plundering and ransacking the villlage of all their wealth. Most sooner or later obliged, but Frasiers mom was persistent that they keep their money.
She decided that everyone follow along while she gave about a tenth of their money away. The crooks were suspicous, but she could keep a straight face. They went along and showed their taking to their leader, and when he found that one family had given signifigantly less then the others he ordered them to investigate.
They searched throught the house and ransacked everyting in the way until they eventually came along a floorboard which sounded hollow. The rpped it up and lo behold was the rest of their money.
The crooks were enraged they attacked the family for lying, they knocked out the father cold, and upon the mothers begging killed her instead. She had insisted it was her idea.
The whole time, Frasier was tucked away safely in the best hiding spot, in a hole in the thatched roof.
When the father awoke he was horribly agreived He mourned for day after day after day. Until it eventually led to their current living, in this moment.
