{Legacy}A noble family: the early years of Tidhelm. prologue

It was still early in the morning when the sound of swords was heard clashing in the most awe striking battle ever to be fought. Two brave Knights were fighting before the great castle of Gonstow, the wood city. The brave ser-knight Tidhelm the mighty stood before his greatest opponent: the feared Folcbald the lesser, knight of the triangle stone. Tidhelm called out against his terrible foe:"Our battle through the ages is at its end! I shall smite thy!" Folcbald answered Tidhelm's call to battle with a spine chilling remark:"Tid, mother doesn't want us to play in front of the thane's house." The guards that were posted outside of the meadhall gave a chuckle at the sayings of the young boy. Tidhelm was less than pleased:"But if we don't finish playing now...we might never come to it! Who will get the fair maiden and who will-" Tidhelm's plea was interrupted by the sound of an opening door. The guards, who were slacking on their guard duty to watch the swordplay of the children, were back into their position at the sides of the door before Tidhelm could even see them move. In the door opening stood the young and valiant thane of Walstow. Waldsig, future father of Winsig. The thane looked at the perch of his meadhall and quickly discovered the source of the disturbance of the peace. "Well, who do we have here? Brave Tidhelm and feared Folcbald if I am not mistaken?" Both boys made a deep bow before the thane, keeping their heads down if awaiting punishment. Tidhelm spoke, being the older of the two:"We are deeply sorry, good thane. We thought that our last fight wouldn't be justified if we didn' had a castle to fight over." The thane couldn't keep himself from laughing, yet at the back of his mind felt a sudden unease. "Always have been good with words, have you not? One might have thought that your words would be the end of us if you had been born first instead of your older brother Ferthryth." Folcbald looked a bit dumbstruck at the thane and even Tidhelm tilted his head a bit to the side. Waldsig grumbled a bit, clearly having said too much to the young boys " Go home to your mother you two. The rider from Oserly can come when you least expect him You wouldn't want to miss the chance of becoming a squire and in the end a knight, young ser?" Tidhelm gave a big smile to the thane, saying quickly afterwards:"Thank you. I will mot miss the rider. Come Folcbald!" The boy took his younger sibnling by his arm and dragged him back to home, but not before Folcbald could wave at the guards. Something he liked to do.