"Yeah right... Father just thinks I'm a worthless fool to have around the house. HE won't even pay for my books any more." He said, laughing weakly. Books were expensive this day and age, his father would rather spend it on swords. He then looked over at his sister, who had just healed his wounds. That gift she had been born with, the priests treated her like some sort of goddess, however most of the towns folk just spoke words of pity about her. They never told the younger generation why. Eventually he spoke up. "So... Isa... Tomorrow's your fifteenth birthday, right?"