Prologue
A story doesn't have a beginning or end, when one person passes their children, friends, even rivals continue it and their legacy. We shape those we encounter and raise families, it is because there is no end that there can be no beginning for who can truly say when it all started?
For Matt, he continued his Fathers story. A mundane man in Syliras, who felt joy at the labour he performed in the mines and spent hours devoted to working in the dirt, something others may look down on but he was simple folk and desired little else. Until at least, he met the woman who would become his wife. She was originally the one who tried to get his attention, but being a fool too focused on the earth, its minerals and drinking warm ale afterwards he dismissed her, it was only after she was gone that he felt a longing for her to pester him again, and so he looked for her but could not find her.
Until, she was there again. Her name was Nym and the two start a budding romance, he worked out in the lykolav iron mine while she worked primarily as a sculptor and carver, it was a simple and idealistic life and it wasn't long until they bore their first - and only - child.
Early Childhood
Matt was born in the springtime, a time of new beginnings when winters chill retreated. It was a hard labour, but both Mother and Child survived miraculously. Matt was loved by his parents, but grew closer to Mother than Father, despite the latter's attempts to interact with him, Matt just wasn't 'that boy" who wanted to work with his Father or go hunting, he preferred to watch his mother carve something or listen to her sing in a strange language. He played out in the streets with other children and returned with scrapped elbows to which she would mend. Everytime Father came home from working, both would hug him and nothing else mattered besides the love the family had for each other.
Until, one day when Nym disappeared. Matt remembers this moment vividly despite being only six, she picked up a carving she had been working on for a season, it was a beautiful statue of a woman - herself - hugging her husband and cradling a baby, she had spent some Miza's in order to carve it out of ivory and with a kiss of Matts cheek she left to gift it to Father and bring him some lunch. Only six years old, he felt nothing was wrong until hours passed and Father returned in confusion of his wife's absence, after getting the story from Matt his Father took him and they looked in the streets of the city until it was dark, they checked all the usual places, knocked on doors, finally a Syliran Knight who had guarded the gates told them that she had left the city, he joined them in going over to the gatehouse and questioning if she had returned. But no one saw her. Unwilling to let them leave in the night they forced them to stay in the city until first light, when Father and many others also concerned over her disappearance left the outpost and began to search the roads while Uncle Jaq combed the woods. There was no sign of her, not even the carving she had made which was burned into the young Mattias' memory, so much so that he would remember the carving more vividly than his mothers face, which softened and become more indistinct as time went by and memories faded.
Two years after this, Matt who by now was assisting his Father in the mines suddenly felt light headed and fainted, his Father rushed to his side and took him to a Healer who said there was nothing she could do for there was nothing wrong with him, concerned he laid Matt to bed and insisted he avoid any kind of labour for a week, Uncle Jaq during this time would come by a visit sometimes and took Matt out hunting once despite his Fathers concern. As a season went by and harvest came, Father suddenly suffered a leg injury from a runaway cart which hit him square on the knee, shattering it. Recovery was slow, but even then it was never complete. He decided that he and Matt would in and live with Grandma Leva and start finding some other work.
Yet, work was sparse for a cripple and more often than not Father would just end up drinking or working on trying to carve. He wasn't violent, or necessarily sad, but the stress was visible on his face as he spoke with his son and tried to impart some knowledge - reading and writing mostly, but also rudimentary math using farming for terminology and examples. He also taught Matt a few songs, and was surprised when Matt shared some songs his Mother sang to him, stating that it was the Ancient Tongue, though he couldn't say what the words meant.
Childhood
It was in the city that Matt first met Arkis, a young Akalak who was at first a bully, he was an orphan and disgruntled, his own Father having died while serving as a Syliran Knight. He considered Matt too be a soft boy, which Matt was familiar with, but after several beatings and his Father not helping too much, it was his Grandmother who eventually told him to stand up for himself, she gave him a stick and began teaching him how to use it, to move in fluid and use both ends one after the other. You didn't need to know anything fancy with a quarterstaff, just a few steps. The distraction, the blow, the trip and the finisher. Armed with this knowledge he felt prepared to confront his bully and when he did he was initially nervous - He didn't want to fight, and he brandished his stick in a weak threat to which Arkis laughed, he reached out and grabbed it but Matt kept his grip and jabbed forward with it, the distraction. Arkis recoiled before being struck by the other end on his ribs, then tripped and finally jabbed in the chest. Surprised, the Akalak boy ran away after catching his breath and Matt ran after him, he caught up and apologized to which Arkis was incredulous about the two began to talk a bit and Arkis never bullied Matt again, the two would meet every now and again but would take a while to eventually become close friends. Running through Syliras laughing, nabbing fruits and vegetables from markets and the occasional copper Miza, Arkis expressed his desire to become a great warrior like his Father was, and didn't give Matt much choice in being his sparring partner.
At ten, Matt divided his time from lessons from his Father, to lessons from his Grandmother to running around and getting into trouble with Arkis, or wrestling with him. There wasn't much to say of his life at this point, he was quickly becoming a urchin and pickpocket, everyone sure he was going to become nothing but a criminal, from the occasional visits from his 'Uncle' he learned how to gamble and introduced it to Arkis as well, but he always lost gambling and disliked it so he stopped wanting to play.
Adolescence
As a adolescent, Matt was old enough to start training in a profession though to his Fathers and Grandmothers dismay he preferred to spend time with Arkis or Uncle Jaq whenever he was in the city. He began to avoid both his Father and Grandmother and would occasionally even sleep out in the city rather than go home. He would get into fights with other boys, often alongside Arkis and began escalating in his thievery, often using pranks to mask the act with Arkis most often being the distraction while Matt grabbed whatever could fit in his hand, sometimes a item off the shelf, sometimes a coin purse, they got chased by Knights keeping the piece and angry shopkeepers, but young and nimble quickly disappeared from their pursuers, then they would laugh spending the coin on sweets, though Matt saved more than he spent which led to Arkis teasing him for being a tight purse and would exaggerate how much he bought.
At twelve, Matt caught a glimpse of a woman with golden hair, she turned and looked at him and he was immediately shocked - It was his mother!
Arkis followed as Matt chased after to where he saw her calling out "Mama!" as he pushed people out of the way and sprinted with a fervor, his heart pounding. Arkis eventually stopped him when it was obvious the woman wasn't there and calmed him down, telling him it was impossible that it was his Mother and Matt grudgingly agree'd, that day he turned in early and stayed in bed longer the following morning, afterwards though it was as if this moment had never happened; his Mother was surely dead and he was just seeing things, what happened was never brought up again and everyone aside from Arkis was ignorant of it.
Teens
Growing into a young man, Matt spent more time with Uncle Jaq and less with Arkis as he 'Uncle' was spending more time in the city. Arkis came along sometimes but didn't really like Jaq for being a boozer. It was at thirteen that Jaq offered to take Matt hunting, to which he agree'd.
Starting the early morning, Jaq took him out the gates and into the nearby woods, he checked his trap lines and showed how they worked, one of them had a rabbit in it and he proudly presented to Matt the catch. He showed Matt how to spot rabbit trails and some other animal tracks, it became apparent to Matt that his 'Uncle' wasn't a very good hunter, but he none the less found the experience enjoyable and enlightening, the two spent one night camped outside, eating some rabbit stew and resetting the traps before practicing some archery on a tree and then returning back to the city the following morning.
While it would be accurate to say that Matt was distant from his Father it wasn't wholly true, the two loved each other but Matt had his own path and preferred to follow it opposed to whatever his Father chose, and despite misgivings the two were always close with the occasional scolding for thievery, in a way Matt felt bad for how he was behaving, or more accurately how it affected his Papa but at the same time couldn't imagine himself doing anything else, he was content and imagined his life like this and no other way. At least until both he and Arkis were finally caught for stealing at 14.
Perhaps it was arrogance that led to becoming complacent, or perhaps just a really quick and clever soldier. Whatever the case, they both got fined no small amount, enough to cover the cost of the item - around 50 Gold Mizas, plus twenty more for the crime itself.
It wasn't easy, neither him nor Arkis were independent yet and so relied upon the contributions of Matts Father and Grandfather who were enraged, previously it had always been suspicion rather than evidence, but now that they were caught red-handed there was little else to feel but disappointment at the confirmation of Matt being a thief, even Jaq expressed his discontent over Matts actions. When the fine was paid it was as though his whole life changed, he helped his Grandmother more and more with her herbs or else helped Jaq with hunting and Arkis became a page with the Syliran knights, seemingly changed overnight.
His days of being reckless and care-free were over, now he was dealing with his ailing and dying Grandmother, with his 'Uncle' giving brief respite in the form of hunting trips, which was mostly camping out in the woods and drinking, talking, singing and relaxing. When his Grandmother passed, he mourned for a while before continuing his life as it was; taking it everyday, gambling when he could, hunting with Jaq or spending time with Arkis when his duties as a page were completed for the day. He still didn't have much direction and would stay up at night trying to imagine what he would do, but for some reason his head was filled with thoughts of leaving but he crushed those down, after all he was no adventurer or glory-headed fool.
Present
In the winter of 518, Matts Father fell ill. His breathing became shallow and he felt weak, it was just a cold he told Matt and would take long rests to feel better, except he didn't and one day he wouldn't wake up. Matt spent hours at his bedside, holding his Father, he didn't cry though he felt like it instead he just knelt there holding his Father, remembering him, the time they had spent back when life was good at the Mithryn outpost and they were all together, and happy. He sat there regretting never spending more time with his Father and wondering what happened to his Mother. When they buried his Father, Matt made a decision, without telling anybody he began to plan to leave. He bought provisions, had a quarterstaff carved for him, and went to the Iron Works over getting some steel, daggers and a curved sword made from Cold Iron.
Yet he couldn't hide all is intentions, his 'Uncle' guessed him out and rather than stop him, he encouraged him, giving him the Mizas to purchase his own bow as you 'need' one to survive. Equipped, Matt set out after visiting his Father one last time, catching up with a Caravan and joining them for a fee all the way down to Nyka before taking a ship to Zeltiva, he spent a season down there and heard stories of Sunberth the city of Anarchy and seeing no reason to stay in Zeltiva he left before the first snows of winter came.