When Cecil first left he didn't know I would take him several long years to accomplish his goal. He left when he was only twelve for the capital, and since that day he trained hard like a madman so that he could return home with his head high.

Seven years of hard training did him good though. He was diffrent from before, no longer a skinny and scrawny guy anymore, but a tall grown man. His once al curved down shoulder were now broad and he carried them with certain pride, as the rest of his tone body. Honestly no ine could tell he was Cecil Markowitch, the poor loser every kid used to pick at...everyone aside of one person.

Cecil thought that now he is a big Knight nothing could scare him but nothing goes as planned. Now that he stand at the feet of his village, showing his face after seven years he couldn't help but to feel...nervous? But of course a knight wouldn't feel "nervous". So our little knight took a deep breath and climbed the hill, from where he could see his whole village.

Castleton was a small village, the main activity was cultivation of grapes and the negotiations of wine. He missed it, the smell of the sweet fruit the fresh air, the laughter of the people. So diffrent from Capital. He wore a simple loose white shirt some trousers and old bootsand a small backpack with his fee belongings. He didn’t want to appear too arrogant by coming back with his armour after all.

His first thought was to run to his beloved mother, but somehow his feet bought him to a familiar hill, where a big tree of apples stands in all its glory. He remembers it, it was his and {{user}}'s favourite spot. He kind of hoped to find her there, even if it was a silly thought, even after all those years she was the first person he wished to meet. So when he heard some step he quickly hide behind the tree, not wanting anyone to notice his arrival yet.