26th of Summer, 504 A.V.
He felt a slight pain on his chest as he slowly opened his eyes to the world. His father stood next to his bed. It used to be hard on his back but he had grown accustomed to the solid bed. Aedai lived in a cottage made of wood that his father built or found, he was never really told. There were three rooms in the cottage since it was small, even Aedai's room was small. The first room was where the front door was, and it was the room with the kitchen and a table witch chairs. The other room was his parents bedroom. It made him wonder if everything was already here or if they went through the rough trouble of dragging everything or making everything for the home.
Aedai was young and still learning alot from his parents. His mother would teach him daily, even though he complained, of how to speak in common. She would also take the time to teach him to read in common as well since she had brought books with her to the cottage, books about medicine and plants. There was a lot about Aedai's parents that he didn't know about. There was a lot that he didn't understand, like why live in the middle of the forest where it isn't safe. His father would always tell him it isn't safe. It never made sense to him, he had also wondered at times how his father knew how to fight or guide through the Bronze Woods.
Today his father wanted to teach him how to fight with a spear. He had carved two out with wood that he cut out himself. His father thought it was time Aedai started learning how to defend himself. As Aedai slowly got out of bed, his father stared at him with a warm smile. "Come on, we got a full day to train son," his father said still smiling. Aedai stretched and got into his clothese quickly to get outside and start. He was excited to learn how to fight, since he would often pick up his father's spear and play with it. His mother had served him breakfast, usually food bought in Syrilas, and he swallowed it quickly. "My, my, someone is eager to learn from his father," his mother said, "I would love to see that eagerness whenever I started teaching you something". His father went out the front door and waited outside for Aedai.
He gave her a big smile and a kiss on the cheek, "thanks for the bweakfest". His mother sighed and said, "it's breakfast, brek-fist". Aedai rolled his eyes, and his mother hit his head, "don't roll those eyes at me, where did you learn that?" Aedai responded, "father does whenever you tell him something he doesn't like". His mother crossed her arms, "He is going to hear something from me tonight".
Aedai headed outside, as soon as he did his father threw a wooden stick at him. Aedai didn't catch it and it hit his chest instead. After the small ain subsided he bent over to get the wooden stick. "It has no sharp head so we won't hurt eachother while we are training", said his father.
