| rdfs:comment | - Farna castle was in good keep. Reid, the gardener and overall handyman, had been employed with the Scott’s at the castle for nearly a decade now. He knew every inch of the castle like the back of his hand and he was extremely proud of the job he did. He had a particularly busy day ahead of him. He needed to fix a bed frame in one of the guard's bedrooms, change a broken tile in the main dining hall, move some boulders from outside the main gates to the “Rockery”, that Mrs. Scott had requested to be created in the courtyard, as well as all his other day-to-day jobs.
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| abstract | - Farna castle was in good keep. Reid, the gardener and overall handyman, had been employed with the Scott’s at the castle for nearly a decade now. He knew every inch of the castle like the back of his hand and he was extremely proud of the job he did. He had a particularly busy day ahead of him. He needed to fix a bed frame in one of the guard's bedrooms, change a broken tile in the main dining hall, move some boulders from outside the main gates to the “Rockery”, that Mrs. Scott had requested to be created in the courtyard, as well as all his other day-to-day jobs. Reid made his way from his quarters to the front gates. As he stepped out into the courtyard, he noticed that the day was bright and there was a crisp chill in the autumn winds. He didn’t mind that though, as he knew he would be sweating by 10.00 AM, so he would welcome the cool air. When he reached the gate, he looked up at the guard patrolling the upper perimeter walkway of the castle. “Open the gates lad” he shouted to the guard. The guard nodded with a funny smirk on his face. As the gate opened, Reid’s already bleak day got a whole lot worse. The guard started to laugh. Reid didn’t appreciate that, not one bit. Not considering everything he does around here for everyone. “You think that’s funny, do ya lad?” shouted Reid. “Aye I do” said the laughing guard now belly laughing. “Well….Good sir I need to just let you know that the bed frame you need fixing will be next week. Unfortunately I can’t get the wood. Woodcutter’s stock is low apparently.” He said it with a formal tone. The guard's laugh abruptly stopped. He looked like someone had just pissed on his shoes. Reid took a small amount of satisfaction from that. He would still fix the bed anyway; he was that kind of guy. He did however leave the guard thinking that he was sleeping on the floor again for the next week. Reid eyed the large pile of huge boulders. He heard the footsteps of someone running towards him from behind. He turned around. “Kings! Where have you been lad? These boulders are not going to shift themselves!” Reid said while patting the young lad's head. Reid wasn’t a particularly old man but lately he felt it. He always felt a sigh of relief when the boy would come to help out. This was definitely one of those times. “Hey Reid! Got some boulders to shift do ya? Well I can help if ya like?” the young lad said to Reid. “Thanks lad that would be great.” Reid pointed over at the pile. The young lad glanced over. “OK..No problem” the boy said and quickly ran over to the rocks. The young lad was Kinsley Scott, the 7 year old first born of Lord Reginald and Elizabeth Scott. Out of all the Scott’s, Kingsley was different. He had a kind heart. Overall, the house Scott over recent years had grown arrogant and selfish and had a reputation of been the most unforgiving liege lord of the north. It was only last week a farmer close to Windmill Hill had asked for some tax relief following a bad crop this summer. Marcus Scott, Lord Reginald’s brother had refused the request and doubled his taxes for asking. He even slapped him. Reid still couldn’t believe it. Marcus slapped a man who was asking for help. The worse part about it was Lord Reginald was present and let it happen. Lord Reginald had always been a formidable man but at least he used to always be fair and honest. Reid wasn’t even sure about that these days. He watched the young lad shift a few small boulders into the courtyard. “Good lad. Are you not going to pick those big ones up?” Reid asked with an air of humour nodding towards the biggest rocks. “You must be kidding Reid! I only have small arms.” Kingsley said as he carried a few small boulders to the drop off point. “Maybe… But they’re strong arms lad, just like your dad's and your granddad.” Reid picked up a sizable boulder. The boulder was heavy even for Reid. “Ere Kings…..try this?” Reid handed him the boulder before the lad had a chance to refuse. Kingsley gripped the boulder and initially bent forward under its weight. He quickly adjusted his stance to avoid tripping. He then stood upright holding the boulder comfortably. “You see Lad. Strength of a hero. Just like your granddad.” Kingsley’s granddad, the great Williem Reginald Scott, was a member of the Heroes Guild years ago and carried out many quests all over Albion. He had a great reputation for been incredibly strong. Apparently he wielded a 6ft. great sword in one hand. Unfortunately, Williem disappeared decades earlier when out on a quest, never to be heard of again. It hit Kinsley’s father and uncle hard. They both were never the same since. Many of the town’s people say that Farna hadn’t been the same since the disappearance of their great “Hero Lord.” Reginald and Marcus Scott didn’t appear to show any traits of heroes like their father Williem. Yes they were both big men but they weren’t heroes. Reid had often suspected that Reginald’s son, Kingsley, had Hero's blood, the blood of the Archons. It was the way he moved and his incredible strength for his age. It was a sure sign. “Its still pretty heavy Reid” the young boy said. “Well you’re going to have to get used to it kings. I’ve got other stuff to do now. Would you be a hero and move all these boulders into the courtyard.” Reid smiled at the young lad as he placed the large boulder down. He ran back over to the pile and picked up the rock that looked the largest. He struggled. The veins in his neck were bulging and he was bright red faced. He proceeded to carry it all the way through the gates and place it down in the courtyard. No other 7 year old boy could do that. “No Problem Reid…Really Easy.” Kingsley said while he stopped to catch his breath. “I appreciate it lad.” Reid patted the young lad’s head again smiling. He headed off to crack on with his other duties. As he got to the entrance of the castle, he looked back at the lad who was still carrying the boulders.
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