As Spirit grew up he truly believed what the old lady told him, he would be killed at a young age. He was afraid of every little noise, creature, and stranger that would be around him. King Hfran was relieved he would not become the King of Norway, he was still concerned for his nation and son since even a cowardly prince could spell danger. 

One evening Spirit was wandering the palace, it was a rainy late August night. The rain was pouring and the air had this wet and constricting feel. The rain could be heard from the deepest part of the castle and with each minute a roar of thunder could be heard from the sky. 

Spirit was still little, only around 10 years old on that day, he wandered the winding halls of the palace that were lighted by only torches and the occasional flash of lightning. One flash of lightning was so bright it almost blinded little Spirit and less than a millisecond later a deafening roar of thunder echoed through the halls of the palace. Spirit turned around and ran to a wall where he ran face-first into it. His father saw it and rushed to help his son.

“Are you alright Spirit?”.

“Yes”.

“What are you doing, running around the palace like a madman, you could have seriously injured yourself, Spirit you have to be more careful”.

“I’m sorry Dad but the big loud light noise scared me and I ran”.

“Spirit how many times do I have to tell you, it is just thunder it will not hurt you, now come now it is your bedtime”.

King Hfran tucked the little prince into bed and went up into his room. He knew his son was much more prone to being scared than other children but did not know why. He then went to sleep hoping that his son would grow out of his cowardly ways and be able to lead Norway into prosperity.

Many years later, Spirit did not grow out of his cowardly ways. He was still afraid of everything and kept to himself because he did not trust many people, he was afraid of those close to him backstabbing him and killing him, the words of the old lady still echoing in his mind. 

But Spirit was no longer a young child, he was 16 years old and had to take a stand as his brother’s future right-hand man. His father was embarrassed by his fears as he would be scared and panic in front of important figureheads around the world who met with the king. But the straw that broke the camel’s back was when they met with the king of Sweden and Spirit screamed because a spider crawled onto his arm, King Hfran would later hear the Swedish king say his Spirit was more like Norway’s princess than its prince at dinner. King Hfran was mortified and knew he had to do something to help his son. 

King Hfran had an idea, he would have Spirit become a warrior, like how his brother became a warrior voluntarily. He knew his son would hate this but it was for his and Norway’s good. He had to push his son out of his mind and hopefully, that would help ease his mind and make him a more heroic figure for the people of Norway to follow. He knew his son would hate this but it was the only thing that he could think of to help his son.

King Hfran was older he had 10 silver streaks in his hair and a long beard. He wore his crown with pride and would be a source of stability and peace in the eyes of the people of Norway. He was a fair ruler and educated his son Baror in the practice of ruling a nation as he did.

He called his son into the throne room, Spirit arrived shortly after. Spirit was of average height with hair that was blonde or brown for whoever you asked. Nobody in the nation could agree on Spirit’s hair color, sometimes drunkards would fight each other over it. One instance turned bloody as a man would kill a person he was having an altercation about. He wore a bright blue tunic with slightly darker blue triangles to border it, light brown pants, and blue boots. He stood at the entrance to the throne room awkwardly.

“Son, you are going to not like this,” King Hfran started, “But this is for your good,”.

“What is it?” Spirit said nervously as he thought of what would happen, is this what the old lady was talking about, getting murdered by his father, but this doesn't make sense, why would his dad do that?

“Son I want you to become a warrior like your brother, he will be able to guide you in the ways of being one, you will be lodged with him and 2 others, Affkar and Wolfgang. 

“Oh alright,” Spirit was relieved he would not be killed today, “Well I’ll go pack up,”.

“Alright, you’ll be going tomorrow morning at dawn be ready”.

“Alright Dad,” Spirit said as he went upstairs.

Well, that went well, he expected more whining but Spirt was more relieved to find out he was becoming a warrior, which was weird but he just let it go. 

He then went up to Baror’s room and knocked on his door.

“Come in,” Baror said as King Hfran opened the door, Baror had copper hair that was in a wolf cut, and he had dark brown eyes. He wore a dark blue tunic with orange accents, an orange belt, orange boots, and a grey fur cape that covered his right shoulder.

“So son, Spirit is becoming a warrior tomorrow and I want you to guide him around the base and the way of life here”.

“Wait, Spirit wants to be a warrior,” Baror said as he started to laugh.

“Well, no, I’m having him become one to help him alleviate his cowardice,”.

“Alright, I promise I’ll help him around in any way possible”.

“Thank you, son,”.

In another part of the castle Spirit was up in his room, his room was composed of wooden floors and stone brick walls. There was one bed with a square wooden headboard and blue sheets with geometric designs. He put his things in a medium-sized leather pouch. He packed his clothes, torches, money, and many other things he would need.

“Why is my dad making me become a warrior, he knows I don’t like that sort of thing, well whatever, guess I’m doing it anyways,” Spirit said as he packed, he did not like the idea of him being a warrior, the risk of him being killed would go up exponentially, but it is what his father wanted so he did it.

He then went to sleep, restless thinking of all the ways he could be killed during his time as a warrior. As he fell asleep he dreaded what was ahead of him.