July 7th, 998
15 years have passed, and, Areslas, the capital of Rotnar, bustled with life as merchants sold their wares, children played in the cobblestone streets, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air. Daichi, now sixteen, often sought refuge in the lively taverns of the main city, a stark contrast to the quiet and dimly lit confines of St Andrew’s Orphanage in the outer slums.
Daichi would often sneak out of the orphanage to the city hoping Matilda does not realise. Within the orphanage Daichi was always out of place, being distant from the other kids, as all the other kids were adopted, leaving Daichi as the oldest kid in the orphanage. However, Matilda was always there for Daichi and looked out from him as if he were her own son.
On this particular evening, Daichi found himself in a dimly lit corner of the crowded tavern, nursing a mug of ale as he observed the lively patrons. In that moment, the orphanage became more of a distant memory, with the enigmatic aura that had surrounded him as a child still lingered, making him an outsider in the boisterous atmosphere.
Meanwhile, in the much more crowded end of the tavern, a seventy six year old man, Ralph Estas, former Royal Commander of Rotnar, made his way through the crowd. Despite his age, Estas was still a figure of respect and awe in the city, a living legend whose tales echoed throughout the history of Rotnar. His once formidable frame had slightly stooped with the weight of year, but his eyes retained a sharpness that hinted at a lifetime of battles and experiences.
Estas, a man who shunned the limelight, noticed Daichi sitting alone in the corner of the tavern. The young man’s solitude struck a chord within him, perhaps remining him of the isolation that sometimes accompanies legends. As Estas approached, the murmurs in the tavern hushed, and a reverent silence followed the old commander.
“Mind if I join you, lad?” Estas asked, his voice carrying the gravitas of a seasoned warrior. Daichi, surprised by the attention of this legendary figure, nodded hesitantly, making room at the small table in the corner. They sat in companionable silence for a moment, the clinking of mugs and the distant sound of laughter creating a backdrop to their encounter. Finally, Estas broke the silence. “I have seen you around these parts quite often. What is a young man like yourself doing alone in a place like this?”
Daichi, unaccustomed to such attention, hesitated before speaking “Well, I just thought I’d get out once in a while.” Estas would question, “do you not have a parent with you?” Daichi would reply with fake laughter “Well you know, being an orphan and all.” Estas would easily see through Daichi’s façade of laughter and would say in a solemn tone “Ah, I see,” before offering Daichi “How about you come with me.” Daichi in surprise would say “You mean you want to adopt me?” Estas realising what he just said and how he does really want to be a father would reply “Well, um, I mean sure I guess” Daichi would be in shock that somebody let alone a man like Estas would be willing to take Daichi in. Estas would stand up from the corner table saying, “So kid, are you coming or not, you’ll have to show me to your orphanage.” Daichi would hurriedly grab his satchel and stand up defiantly saying “I have a name you know.” Estas would nonchalantly reply, “Whatever you say kid,” before putting is hand in his pockets.
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After Some Time
Eventually the two would find themselves in front of Estas’s house. Daichi stepped through the imposing gates of Rudolph Marland Estas’s Estate, his eye widening in awe as he took in the grandeur of the surroundings. The mansion stood tall and majestic against the backdrop of sprawling gardens and lush greenery. Ivy clad walls whispering tales of time, and the air carried a scent of blooming flowers that mingled with the distant aroma of pine from the surrounding woods.
The path leading to the entrance was lined with meticulously trimmed hedges, and the gentle crunch of gravel beneath Daichi’s boots added a symphony to the picturesque scene. Above, the sky began to embrace the warm hues of twilight, casting a golden glow over the estate. Estas, leading the way with a dignified stride, seemed to navigate the grandeur with practiced ease.
As they approached the entrance, massive oak doors adorned with intricate carvings swung open, revealing a foyer that spoke of opulence and history. The walls were adorned with portraits of Estas in his prime, clad in his personal armour of the Royal Commander, and artefacts from battles long past adorned within display cases, along with Estas’s legendary sword, Honour. An immensely powerful Katana with a green handle and silver blade, said to be one of the top ten blades in the world.
Daichi, still feeling the weight of disbelief at his abrupt change in circumstances, hesitated for a moment before crossing the threshold into the new chapter of his life. The cool marble floor beneath his feet resonated with a sense of permanence, and the flickering candlelight in ornate sconces created dancing shadows that seemed to welcome him into the Estas legacy.
Estas, turning to Daichi with a knowing smile, gestured towards a grand staircase that wound its way up to the upper floors. “Make yourself at home, kid. This is your home now, too.” His voice echoed through the spacious hall, carrying a warmth that contrasted with the imposing surroundings.
Daichi nodded, still grappling with the enormity of the situation. He followed Estas up the staircase, each step a silent testament to the newfound connection between the legendary warrior and the enigmatic orphan. The upper floor revealed a corridor adorned with intricate carpets, leading to a series of rooms that promised comfort and sanctuary.
Estas opened the door to a spacious bedroom, complete with a large canopy bed, polished wooden furniture, and a view that stretched out over the sprawling estate. Sunlight streamed in through laced curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. “This is where you will be staying,” Estas said, a twinkle in his eye. “Feel free to make it your own.”
Daichi, still absorbing the surreal reality of his new life, entered the room cautiously. The scent of fresh linens and the subtle fragrance of lavender filled the air. A wardrobe stood open, inviting Daichi to explore the neatly arranged clothing within. It was a stark contrast to the simplicity of St Andrew’s Orphanage, and Daichi could not help but feel a mix of gratitude and uncertainty.