He returned to his house from the river through the city although calling it a town would make more sense since there were no more than ten thousand people there. After a walk of no more than 25 minutes he arrives at the entrance of a small house. It was already night and he saw the light of the candles tinkling inside the home, he entered, opening the door and found soft, thin and whitish hands quickly covering his eyes. "Son, move forward carefully, we have something for you," said his mother with a smiling tone.
After advancing no more than three meters and leaving through the back door of the house to the exterior patio of the house, he removed her hands from his face and there he found the most important people in his life. His great friend Vilgir, his mother Joane and his little sister Kees. In the middle of a small, somewhat dilapidated table there was something covered with a simple blanket. Happy birthday son, we have prepared a gift for you between the three of us. We hope you like it! -said Joane with a big smile.
It wasn't necessary, you know that it will be winter soon and we are going to need all the money possible to survive," said Borwur.
"Brother, stop complaining now and look at your gift," said Kees while she pouted, crossing her arms in annoyance.
Borwur smiled at the scene and moved forward to move the cloak and see what was underneath. The moment he uncovered it he froze. How did you obtain this? -Borwur said with a pained expression on his face. There on the table was a small pendant made of a somewhat damaged stone, not very pretty but that caught the eye like nothing else. This was a Gart pendant and he knew well how difficult they were to obtain, in theory these were blessed by the ancient God of the forgotten, and would help whoever wore it live a long life. Most of the forgotten know that it is nonsense because if their God really existed, they would not all be living in misery, mistreated by other people of other religions. But in the end, when everything is horrible, hope shines brighter than the sun, and although it burns to hold on to it, it is better than falling in the shadow of the truth of this cruel world.
Everyone in the house smiled when they heard Borwur's surprise. Let's try it on quickly, little brother, and see how it looks on you! - Kees said excitedly. "Now you really look like a real man like me," Vilgir said proudly.
Borwur laughed. Maybe life isn't so bad he tought and like that the night passed and he turned 11 years old.
However, his life did not change much and continued with his routine, as always he prepared a small breakfast that consisted of a soup attempt with some stale bread from the previous day, then he woke up her sister and they ate it together and after that he stayed in the house taking care of her sister while his mother worked. She was dedicated to various jobs, sometimes collecting fruits with other women in the nearby forest and even certain manual jobs such as washing clothes or sewing. Although most of the time she was the one who stayed at home with Kees while Borwur usually went out to earn money. Although most were forgotten and there was a certain camaraderie due to the suffering they all shared, it was still not unusual for criminals from other places to appear and come here to flee. Making it not always safe for women to go around alone.
Borwur did all kinds of work, sometimes he ran errands, other times he helped collect food and the best possible job was when he could help Vilgir's father. This one was called Volgur, he was a tall and strong man with dark hair, a beard of the same color, lush, imposing, however, contrary to his image, he was someone who was affable and even supportive of his neighbors. Since unlike the rest, he could be considered someone very superior in terms of wealth and power. He is the only person in the town who has dealings with the island's nobles, a subordinate of one of the viscounts people. Even though he is a forgotten, he is a blacksmith of great talent, so much so that he has managed to have the only stone house, in which he and his son reside.
When he goes to help him, he not only enjoys because he can be with Vilgir but because he can see up close the creation of weapons, something that has always fascinated him. However, he has never been able to hold a weapon, well neither he nor any forgotten one since although the surrounding cities do not care about the life and death of the forgotten ones, there is only one law that they enforce and observe is that no forgotten one can have weapons. The moment someone breaks this law, they will be considered a heretic, seen as an attempt at revolution, and the punishment will be the total massacre of the people. So even having helped create a weapon, he has not been able to wield it.
He finished his day helping in the blacksmith shop, he thanked Volgur and also said goodbye to Vilgir, returning home. While returning, he heard about a very hot topic lately in the east of the island, on the opposite side of where they are, it is rumored that a group of people made up of forgotten people has appeared who attacked and managed to end the life of a son of the viscount of the area.
This was something very serious that could lead to enormous retaliation for them even while they were on the edge of the island.
It must be known that on the island there were a total of four viscounty, each serving the respective true Gods. Any representative of one of the Gods was above everything and had to be shown the greatest respect possible, just passing near them as a forgotten person could be a request for death, attacking them and on top of that killing one of them was something that had never happened before. And now they would find out what the result would be for it.