"∂σи'т fяєт ρяє¢ισυѕ, ι'м нєяє-"

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Olin's little face was pinched tight in concentration as he slowly carried the box across the dock.

[CrimsonMoon]

The sailor guided him and directed him to put it next to a other stack of boxes nearby

" Olin!!" his father's voice peirces the low rumble of people on the dock

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Olin grabbed his sword after putting the box down and bounced over toward his father, "Yes, Papa?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Come here, it's time to go to our new home,"

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Olin grinned and grabbed onto Tehran's pants, "Okay!"

[CrimsonMoon]

Tehran grins and scoops up the little boy as they approach a man holding horses, already a small troop had gathered around them. He swung up onto the warhorse, placing the little boy before him.

-TIME . SKIP-

They entered the enormous walled estate, a bright and richly colored garden was all around them. Beautiful fountains were twisted into dragons exploding from the clear waters- it was beautiful," this is where i lived until i was about 15," he murmurs to the boy

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"It's so big, Papa," He breathed quietly.

[CrimsonMoon]

" It will seem quieter as the years go on, hatchling," Tehran soothes as he dismounts and carries the boy down from atop the horse, taking his hand,"The tutors will teach you etiquette, acedmics, swordplay, culture and so on-"

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"I'll get to learn to sword fight?!" Olin asked excitedly, hopping down off the horse.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Of course, being able to defend yourself is part of being a King. If you cannot fight along dide your soldiers, what would make them want to serve you?" he chuckles, leading the boy up the marble steps and into the surprisingly open villa

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Olin clapped his hands together, "Goodie!"

[CrimsonMoon]

" You'll see, my hatchling," he smiles, and murmur," You won't see me often for the next few months, i'll find the dragon eggs for us, alright?" he beams and looks up, motionjng for a man of above 7 feet and impossibly long limbs appear, bowing deeply. His lean muscles rippling beneath his sleevless robe," Olin, this is Corvo d'al Cazarosta, he will be your teacher in swordplay and your body guard... Your companion essentially,"

Corvo smiles thinly, he was shaven completely bald and his brown eyes were gentle

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Olin looked up and up and up, and gave the big man a smile, "Hello!"

[CrimsonMoon]

Corvo smiles and bows deeply, his eyes twinkling gently, crows' feet appearing near the corners of his eyes," Hello prince Olin," he replies in a monotone yet gentle voice, the gentle lilting sound of a Free City accent curling his words

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Olin giggled and reached up, patting his cheek, "You sound funny."

[CrimsonMoon]

Corvo crouches and smirks," This must be challenge," he chuckles, looking at Tehran who chuckles," Just be hard on him, he'll be the best,"

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Olin gave the man a cheeky smile, "You're my teacher?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Corvo nods and smiles somewhat icily," Indeed I am, that means no more being nice, no more pampering, starting now, you're real life begins," he stood up again, towering over the little boy," Is that clear?"

Tehran looks somewhat worried but reassured himself that Olin would be fine... After all, Corvo had been his teacher as well-

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Olin pouted, "You're mean." He stated and swung his sword at Corvo's legs.

[CrimsonMoon]

Corvo grabbed the sword rather roughly and grunts," No more swinging that around like a mad man, soon it will be many times as heavy and quite dangerous-" he looks down at the boy sternly," now say goodbye to your father."

Tehran knelt and opens his arms," Olin-..." he trails off