Thursday, February 2, 2012

Miles Prodeo


I, Miles Prodeo, was born the son of a blacksmith. As a child I was always unsure as to way my mother named me as she did. It was as if she was trying to set me apart from her and my father, as if she knew I was something more than the son of a blacksmith. My mother died when I was four years old. The warmth of her blood is as vivid to me now as it was then. I have only had to experience that once more in life and I hope never to have to again.

After mother's death I worked harder at everything I did. Helping however I could at my young age. I guess then I didn’t understand why I did the things I did, but now I see that it was my inner desire never to see friends get hurt. I can remember one time when I jumped into freezing cold water to help keep one of the children from the village from drowning—I almost drowned myself trying to help. When I went home I thought my father was going yell at me for my clothes being wet instead he embraced me and told me how proud he was of me and that mother would have been proud too.

Two years later, when I turned seven, my father sent me away from home. At first I thought he was sending me away because I had done something wrong, but after arriving at the Baron of Miltrova’s estate I knew I was wrong. Father had seen that I had more potential than just a blacksmith. The Baron was a kind and generous man. He was a servant of Pelor and had served in the Templar Knights—though he was not well known for his service. He was however known for his wisdom and sagely advice. I can remember many people seeking him during the seven years I spent at his estate. The time I spent there was to teach me the traits of nobility and knighthood. The Baron spent many hours teaching me about nobility, riding, care of horses, courtesy, and even a little falconry—I was never very good at that. Whenever I was not studying my trade, we talked about religion and life.

When my time with the Baron of Miltrova ended I was made squire to a Royal Army Knight, Sir Caedo Pravus. Sire Caedo was also a servant of Pelor, and probably a close friend of the Baron, though I do not know for sure even to this day. I was quickly able to learn and master everything Sir Caedo taught me. I was a natural he would always say when it came to my use of a sword. Unlike Sir Caedo I was never comfortable with just my sword. I had an affinity for shield and sword over devastating blows with the sword. I thought this as a sign of weakness, but I can recall him speaking to another knight saying, “He is one of the best lads I have ever known. His talent and skill surpasses those I have trained in the past.” Hearing Sir Caedo speak so highly of my skill put a fire under my feet to never make him regret those words. The foundation of my honor as a knight was built that day.

Black Rose

Everything ends in blood sweat and tears
War, love, life
Twice the winds pushed us together
Twice the rose ran
Resisting its partner with thorns
Rose, a Black Rose
Running resisting fighting
But only after growing thorns
Rose, a Black Rose
The winds have quieted
Howls of pain silenced
No more shall your thorns pierce
Grow on your own
Goodbye Black Rose...
My Black Rose goodbye