Nethis was an average boy, there was never anything exemplary or amazing about him. He was brought up in a well mannered, middle class household. Both of his parents, his mother Cassandra, and his father William, were fine citizens and nurturing to their son. They taught him manners, respect, his mother taught him kindness and passion, and his father taught him honor and bravery. Nothing strange about his upbringing in the least, just another child in the city of Rhy"Din.
He could still remember parts of those lessons; remember spending time with his parents.
"Nethis remember, if someone makes you mad, you can't just hit them, you have to show self restraint," his mother told him after he had been sent home for fighting in school. "They'll say mean things, people always do, but you have to show that you're not a boy, but a man, and let them pass, just ignore them." She was soothing him with both her words, and touches as she worked to clean the scrapes and cuts from his little scrap.
"Yes mother," he said shamefully, with his head bowed in defeat.
"And don't look so shamefaced," she said kindly, offering him a soft smile. Nethis would never forget her smiles, so soft, kind, and warm. They lifted his spirits every time he saw them, pure and joyous, full of love and content. His mother was a kind soul, one undeserving of her fate.
"But if they hit you," his father chipped in. "You knock them right back, if any of your instructors tell you otherwise, tell them I said you could, fight back and be a man, but your mother's right, don't go hitting the other kids for their words.?
He looked over at his father, a tall and strong man; Nethis looked an awful lot like him. Strong armed, well built, with golden blond hair, and a stern, but kind face. Nethis was the spitting image of that man, except for those sapphire blue eyes of his; he got those from his mother.
He idolized his father, a strong military man, one who fought in wars, one who worked around the city, helped people, served in the city guard, volunteer fireman. He was everything little boys wanted to be, a hero, proud, strong, respected, and happy. Nethis nodded to his father's words, and positively beamed at the man, grinning from ear to ear as he always did when his father entered the room.
He could still remember parts of those lessons; remember spending time with his parents.
"Nethis remember, if someone makes you mad, you can't just hit them, you have to show self restraint," his mother told him after he had been sent home for fighting in school. "They'll say mean things, people always do, but you have to show that you're not a boy, but a man, and let them pass, just ignore them." She was soothing him with both her words, and touches as she worked to clean the scrapes and cuts from his little scrap.
"Yes mother," he said shamefully, with his head bowed in defeat.
"And don't look so shamefaced," she said kindly, offering him a soft smile. Nethis would never forget her smiles, so soft, kind, and warm. They lifted his spirits every time he saw them, pure and joyous, full of love and content. His mother was a kind soul, one undeserving of her fate.
"But if they hit you," his father chipped in. "You knock them right back, if any of your instructors tell you otherwise, tell them I said you could, fight back and be a man, but your mother's right, don't go hitting the other kids for their words.?
He looked over at his father, a tall and strong man; Nethis looked an awful lot like him. Strong armed, well built, with golden blond hair, and a stern, but kind face. Nethis was the spitting image of that man, except for those sapphire blue eyes of his; he got those from his mother.
He idolized his father, a strong military man, one who fought in wars, one who worked around the city, helped people, served in the city guard, volunteer fireman. He was everything little boys wanted to be, a hero, proud, strong, respected, and happy. Nethis nodded to his father's words, and positively beamed at the man, grinning from ear to ear as he always did when his father entered the room.