Post by Caden J. Robertson on Jan 10, 2011 2:44:47 GMT -5
Caden grew up in a simple little cottage, raised by a peasant and his wife. He dreamed of becoming a Knight and his world consisted of hard work and books. He thirsted for knowlege, thirsted for the places a book could take him.
When he was old enough he left home and went to Turas Lan. There he would meet the Duke and Dutchess Aberdeen. He pleged his loyalties to them and he earned the title of Knight just as he had dreamed.
Caden thrived in Turas Lan. Here he would find out that he was a member of the Robertson Clan. In truth he was the chosen Heir. This baffled him but it was something he came to terms with, especially with the help of his Cousin Lady Eirian. Of course that familial line was a discovery as well but a very welcome one. He adored his Cousin, the one person on earth who seemed to know him better then himself.
At the bidding of his newfound Grandfather Caden traveled to Argyll, and married the Argyll Chieftian's daughter. Both bride and groom were reluctant at first, rebellious against the whims of their family. But in truth the two came to love each other deeply.
Their first crossing, heading home to introduce his new wife to his new family, started out with laughter and happiness and ended in violence and tragedy. They were attacked by slavers, nearly everyone on the ship died, only a small handful were spared, one of them was Caden. He was forced to watch as his wife was raped and murded, his unborn child dying with his wife. He was forced to watch as others were tortured and beaten, helpless to help those he loved, those he cared about, those who were friends.
He spent the next six years at sea, bound in chains, beaten and abused. Spent those six years standing up for those who could not defend themselves, taking the beatings for those who could not handle them, stopping the whips, earning the ire of his slavers. Quietly enduring years of pain, loosing his closest friend, the tiger he had raised, the beautiful Ana, managing to save her tiny cub and raising him.
Deep inside he kept the love of his family in his heart, keeping the thoughts of Lady Eirian and tiny Hope close giving him something to keep going for. He spent years waiting for the chance to break free, and the moment he found his chance he escaped and spent six months trying to get home. Home to his Cousin, to his King and Queen, to his Country.
Six years changed the once bright blonde haired boy, into the dark scarred young man. But now he is home, in the arms of his Family. Not caring that his position in the Clan was gone, given over to his Uncle Iain Robertson. No longer did he want to be the Knight he once dreamed of, though he would not give up on his oaths and promises he had uttered so long ago. Once more he carries the tittle of Knight, Once more he is set to Guarding his Cousin and her family. Slowly he is healing.