"∂σи'т fяєт ρяє¢ισυѕ, ι'м нєяє-"

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Olin ran into his father's arms and glared, "Papa, he's mean. Why is /he/ my teacher?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran sighs and gently strokes the boys head," He will train you to defend yourself, to be the best you can be... Olin, hatchling, you must understand i will nkt see you for long stretches of time, and Corvo will be the one you must trust and who will be like your father..." he embraces the boy much more tightly and sighs,"Understand," he urges

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The boy huffed, "But he's not you, Papa."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I know... Just-" He felt a stabbing pain his chest, this was much harder then he had thought. Seven hells! Quietly the King pulled away and took a ring off his finger, holding it to the boy's eye level," Do you see this ring?" he asks gently, smilingg thinly

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Olin nodded, "That's your ring."

[CrimsonMoon]

" It used to be my ring-" He smiles faintly and gently slips it into Olin's hand," Now it is yours. It'll remind you i'll always come back, alright?"

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Olin smiled and admired the ring happily, "Okay, Papa."

[CrimsonMoon]

" When you get the chance- put it on a chain around your neck until your hand grows enough to put it on your finger," he chuckles softly and stands," I have to go now,"

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Olin nodded and looked up at him, "Bye Papa. I love you."

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran leans over and gently kisses the top of Olin's head," I love you too, hatchling, just listen to Corvo. Alright?" he smiles faintly, the harsh dusk light causing his lilac eyes to turn a slight reddish color as he smiled down at the little prince. Turning away, the King mounted a huge warhorse, flanked by nearly a dozen guards. He looks back at Olin- and winks as the group started away out the enormous gate

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Olin looked up at Corvus, squinting his eyes.

[CrimsonMoon]

Corvo looked down at him, a thin yet very forced smile curling his lips," Come boy, your lessons start now,"

(Should we time skip a few years?)

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(Sure, should he be a young teen?)

[CrimsonMoon]

(So around 12-14 years old?)

-TIME . SKIP-

" Again!" Corvo snapped, pointing to the battered dummy, his old eyes blazing. It had been years since Tehran and the battalion had left that gate. Olin received either rumors or the two letters he had been sent in that time. The letters were long, taking up the spaces of small diaries that recounted day to day adventures... They always ended with Tehran's thoughts of his boy

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Olin, now fifteen and a growing boy, lunged forward, his practice sword swiping across the dummy's chest. He was already getting tall, his white-blonde hair as long as his ears and pinned back for practice. He was looking less and less like a boy every day. His violet eyes narrowed in concentration.

[CrimsonMoon]

Corvo kicked the dumny at him so it seemed to lunge like a living being. He had grown harsher, giving Olin less and less time to be free and be a child and more to teach him the ways of a King. But he had vowed that if Olin could pass this training, the boy would be allowed a moon of freedom... More then the boy had had in years-

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He grunted and dodged back away from it, swiping the sword toward the dummy's head.

[CrimsonMoon]

Straw 'exploded' from the wound in the dummy's head and it fell to the ground, scattering the dry stalks," Good enough." Corvo growls and crosses his arms over his chest," Go bathe, come back to me and then we can discuss your limits,"

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Olin sighed and wiped his arm across his forehead, dropping the practice sword, "Yes, sir."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Hurry now," Corvo grumps, though he seemed to relax slightly, gaze softening a fraction