My name is Leo Ulfren. My father was a knight who served the Duke Zaos, and my mother was a commoner of unknown origin. For as long as I can remember, my father has taught me the knowledge he gained while being a knight. Teaching me how to read, write, speak, and most of all, use a sword. Each day, week, month, and year, I have been practicing and perfecting my techniques to be able to make something out of myself, and the first step to that is to make it into Redwood Academy. A school known best for its finding and refinement of talented nobles into swordsmen.
The capital city is where the school is held, in Iskarath, where the best swordsmen and swordswomen will learn the blade. Covered in snow with wind that cuts through you like the sharpest of steel, the capital is covered for 8 months in one year. Luckily, the school starts in these 4 months when the weather is easier to bear.
"I hope you have a good year at this school, Leo. Back when I went to school, it was where I made all of my friends. I know it has been hard for you to put your guard down around people, but they will be the ones to support you." My father told me with a grin on his face.
"I, yes, I will try, Father," I replied, nervously smiling back at him. I know I should make friends, but how could I? The people around me don't want to be around me, feel like leeches or slaves only doing what their master tells them, so why would I become friends with them? To me, they should all go to hell.
But for now, I should focus on school, after all, I want to become a knight, just like my dad. To serve the Empire and become more than even I expect to be.