I am Claudius Augustine, this is my story.

I am only the third generation of nobility. It all started with my grandfather. He was leader of a regiment of militia. For ten years he fought valiantly, finally he was rewarded with knighthood. Sir Claudius.

I was only 6 when he died, but I loved him more than anyone else and him me.

My grandfathers only son was Edward. Edward was not what my grandfather hoped for. To a good person, my father was deceitful, he was a coward, and he only cared about his place in the kingdom. For this my grandfather chose me. Because my grandfather chose me my father was angered with envy and chose my younger brother to be his successor.

After my grandfather died I was shunned and beset, but my younger brother Edward was always there for me.

I almost lost him once though. When my father was away Edward and I practiced to be knights. We trained with wooden swords the stable keeper made for us.

One day while training. My sword broke and I hurt Edward. Father was enraged when he got back, I saw him stomping quickly towards me with something in his hands. I blacked out, woke up in the stable. I was looking around, trying to figure out what’s going on. I saw something hanging from one of the beams. The stable keeper.

I don’t think I ever hated my father until then.

I was informed then that I was my father's servant, another grounds keeper. I was still fine because my father left for long intervals. So I had my brother and all the other servants I’d known since I was born. When father figured out that I’d been coming into the house when he was away, he started beating me.

We left my home town of Dover so he could be closer to his business. He left all the servants, but me. Now it was only my brother and me. I hated my father so why would I listen to him? I continued visiting my brother and receiving the punishment. When father realized I’d never stop. He started beating Edward every time he’d see me. I hated him and wanted to kill him. I couldn’t I was 11. Not that I wasn’t physically able, I wasn’t mentally able.

Without even saying goodbye I ran away, into the city. Looking for work quick, any work. I was used to the bad jobs. I got lucky and a pub owner allowed me to work for him. Serving ale, cleaning broken glass. He gave me room and board and a small monthly allowance. I would have been happy if only Edward had been with me.

Now the conquest for Jerusalem had begun. My father, who only my grandfather and I could see a coward, got opportunity time and again to receive higher ranking and nobility.

I wanted to fight. Be a hero like my grandfather. I decided to save enough money for armor, weapons, and food. To travel to the front line and fight. I was more clever in avoiding my father. I had several conversations with Edward about it and he wanted to go too. For three years I saved my allowance. I was in fear of the battle ending and I still didn’t have enough. Even though it went against my morals I stole what I was lacking. I forget how Edward and I convened and left.

I remember riding for a long time. Traveled at night, we were following the north star until we reached Yorkshire. The last day. Edward and I were sleeping. I was half awake and heard screaming, I felt a hard pain in my side. A man kicked me to wake me up. They were raiding our camp, about 5 of them. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but I knew who they were. French soldiers having a grand time. They were torturing us both. They’d get in line to hit us. We were tied to a caravan and I noticed my rope was fairly loose. I don’t remember exactly how I got Edward and myself free, I do remember that we were still in danger. I had a sword in my hand, I was in front of Edward protecting him. He was black and blue and could hardly stand. I remember them slowly surrounding us, from the looks on their faces they weren’t going to play anymore. It was time for the sport. I was scared, so scared I reacted without thinking. I stabbed the man right behind us and told Edward to run. I tried to swing the blade back around, but before I could they had me. This was the difficult stage of torture. One man repeatedly struck me in the head with the still-burning log from the campfire. Rendering me to the ground he continued. I heard a screaming again. Trying to look for Edward, I fell unconscious.

When I woke, I was naked, alone, and I couldn’t remember much of anything. I walked, and walked. I found I was in a place called Querna Tema, it was like a time rip or something. The place I was at, there were people from all around, all times. The people there were much older and helped me to keen my skills in fighting. I don’t feel I made any enemies. There are some friends I made and together we traveled on. There was nothing left for me to find out in Querna Tema. They helped me accept that this is where I am. A maze and somehow I have to find the exit. Right now I’m traveling to that exit with Riahsha and Zaelyn we’ve reached the Shire of Whispering Winds. Where I have found many other friends. I don’t feel so lonely. I am fighting, but not with Edward. In time I might remember something that was beaten out of me to help me escape. It may be something I have to find. Maybe I’m just stuck here. That is my story, for now…

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