Chapter 2, Page 5: A knack for running away.

The old man sits in his cell, his mind is empty..

He was seeking a way out and when all else had failed, he was trying the only thing that never had failed him, meditation.

He was slowly slipping away, the world around him was fading..

The day Anduin Lothar arrived, the village was still in despair of their loss and now the hero had come to their village. But the village was also in despair, because Lothar had come for recruitment.

John was about to be sent off to the academy, he had already been signed up, but the walk to the town was dreadful.. The villagers blamed him, he blamed himself and now he was going away.. John was to distraught to know what transpired, what his attackers looked like.. All he remebered was the smile on Greldins face.

John didnt know what would happen, but he needed to escape, he would take the sword and just go away.

"You are a failure! I hope you die!" a voice cries out to him in the middle of the streets and is shortly followed by a rock that hits John in the back of his head.

He falls to his knees, his head bleeding and with a severe headache. At that moment he felt like he should just give up, let everything go and die at the spot.

"You alright?" a friendly voice asks and stretches out a hand to John.

"Aye.. Im gettin' used to the crap. Im just surpised they didn' kill me.." John answers and takes the hand, a young warrior stands before him, blue eyes and black hair.

"Im guessing ye came with Lothar?" John asks, as polite as he could.

"Yeah, the names Balgnir, Balgnir Goldheart." the young warrior smiles at him, he may have looked young but John knew that Balgnir was older than himself.

The years went by John in the academy, quicker than he imagined, he barely recalled his old village..

He had lost everything that night, but with the years, his progress was renowned, people would think he was born with it, but he knew that the greatest source of his strength came from Greldins training sessions.

The old man wakes up from his meditation, he can feel the smell of the new food in his cell.

He takes a huge chunk of the meat, still trying to hatch a plan to get out, he moves to take the bread aswell but he feels something made of metal near the bread.

He thinks at first that he had been given a knife or a fork, but he feels the metal and realises that it is neither.. Its a key.