We have all heard of the King Harold Griffin, the Guardian King, the first King of Valencia. But what do we know of him? How much do we know of him? How did the Kingdom of Valencia come into existence in the first place? How did the Legend of the Guardian King begin? Let's dive deeper into the story not of King Harold, but of Harold Trehart.
Chapter 1
Birth
The year was 1348, eighteenth day of the fourth lunar cycle. The night was silent at the little village of Isonville. All that could be heard from the human ears were the long screams of the crickets and the chilling hoots of local owls. But this night ambience was short lived.
A muffled scream could be heard from the humble farm house of the Trehart family. It was a scream of pain but also of passion. It was scream of a mother giving birth. It was a scream of labor.
"That's it Monica, keep pushing, it's almost done" said Mother Jida in a calm soothing manner.
Out in front of the room was Boran Trehart, the husband of Monica, the father of the household, pacing back and forth.
"Is she going to be alright?" Boran kept thinking to himself.
"She is going to be fine, I'm sure of it" thought Boran, trying whatever he can to calm himself. But unbeknownst to him, he was still walking around eagarly.
"Mmmmmm....." Another muffled scream rang out just as Boran was getting calm. And this led him back to the thoughts of worry. This have been going on for awhile.
"Childbirth should not be taking this long is it?"another thought of a worried husband raced into his head.
His instincts want to barge into the room to see for himself, if his beloved wife was really fine. But still, his respect for Mother Jida's experience prevented him from doing so.
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One more scream was heard. His hands reached out to the door handle to open it. Yet again, stopping mid way, putting his hands behind his back, and resorting back to pacing back and forth.
And just at that moment, the screams stopped. But still, there was no cries of a child.
"What happened!? Why is everything so quiet?"
He could bare the worries no longer. He eagarly rushed into the room.
"Monica are you alright?"
His interrupting entrance was greeted by nothing but a simple hush from Mothe Jida.
"Shh.... Quiet."she whispered.
Having his consciousness caught back up to his body, Boran could see that Mother Jida was holding a peacefully sleeping child.
Slowly cradling the baby in her arms, "He is a calm one." said Mother Jida with a smile.
Boran's mind was filled with joy. Mother Jida's smile also getting wider. But still, there was a sense of worry left in his mind. He quickly looked behind Mother Jida where his wife Monica was lying. He finally was at peace at the sight of Monica smiling back at him.
Mother Jida slowly and carefully handed the little baby into Boran's arms.
"It's a boy" she said.
"A boy?" A voice of excitement could be heard from Boran.
Slowly swaying the baby, Boran walked towards his wife. He sat on the bed beside her and showed her the little baby boy. Monica reached out and softly caressed the child's face.
They shared a quiet but warm moment.
"Little Harold." Monica whispered, as she falls asleep from fatigue.
"Little Harold." Boran repeated the name and smiled.
Seeing his wife fast asleep, Boran slowly stood up and walked towards Mother Jida.
"Thank you Mother Jida" said Boran with a wide smile.
"No need to thank me Boran, this is what I do for a living after all" Mother Jida replied.
"Well, now that all of the hard work is done, we should let Monica sleep peacefully." Mother Jida insisted as she held the door open.
"Of course Mother Jida" Boran replied. Slowly walking out the room.
Mother Jida followed behind and carefully and slowly closed the door as not to wake up neither the Baby nor the Mother.
"It's been a long night Boran. You should go take a rest as well."said Mother Jida.
Boran spoke nothing. He only glanced back at her.
"Now now, I know that look. Don't worry Boran. I've been taking care of children for more than 40 years. I may be old but I am quite good at this job you know?" Mother Jida said jokingly.
Boran laughed for a bit. Then controlled his laughter in fear of waking up his son.
"Of course Mother Jida. Please take good care of our boy. And again, thank you."he replied as he handed baby Harold back into Mother Jida's arms.
"Now now, Do not worry Boran. You should go take a rest as well."
"Of course Mother Jida. Of course."
"Have a good night's sleep"
"You too Mother Jida"
Boran slowly walked back into his room He laid on his bed. All of his worries slowly and slowly fading away, his consciousness following behind, "Little Harold" he thought one last time as he fell asleep as well.