Micheal Vandross Ashecombe Age- 22 Madeline a simple met Wilhelm VonL in a the market place, they quiet literally bumped into each other, she dropped her basket of vegetable, and he helped her pick them up, they had many of these “accidental” meetings in the next few weeks, one thing led to another, and Madeline was pregnant, she and Wilhelm decided together that it would be best that the baby not know where he came from, for Wilhelm had a wife and family already, so they concocted a story which Madeline told Vandross when he was old enough to ask about his father. She told him that he was Born to an unwed noble’s daughter,Vandross was hoisted off on the nearest female. She happened to be a tavern wench witch set the stage for a rough life for Vandross. His mother being instructed to never reveal his true parentage, moved herself and the tiny babe to Sussex, where Vandross grew up. Having a child changed Madeline’s life; she went from a hard woman to a soft caring mother. She brought Vandross up as if her were her own, and he was hers in every since except for the fact that she had not carried him for nine months in her womb. She taught him many things, all she knew in fact. Having been a tavern wench the majority of her life she didn’t want Vandross to become like the men she dealt with daily so she instilled him morals that most boys raised by a woman like herself did not even know about. She taught him that women should be treasured like a rare jewel; there were not men’s playthings. But are a gift to all men from God and should be treated as such. She also taught him that if I woman truly loved a man she would not go against him no matter what she thought of felt. For this was the way she believed. But she could not teach him everything because sadly she could not read or write. There was an old monk that lived two houses down from them that took pity on Vandross, so one day he invited the child to his home, an instant friendship was born. Vandross made the old man feel young again. So the old monk instilled in Vandross a lobe for knowledge, he taught the young man to read and write, and to think and make decisions for himself. When he wasn’t learning from the monk and wasn’t with his mother Vandross did odd jobs around the town, earning a little money here and there. Vandross grew to be a strong and intelligent young man, helping his mother as she grew older, and sometimes after the sun went down he would spend hours talking to the old monk. Then one day not long after his 21st birthday, Vandross came home from helping some woods men haul their cut logs, to find that the whole row of houses were a smoldering mass. He frantically searched the crowd for his mother and the old man who had been like a father to him. When he could not find them he walked slowly to where his home used to stand, the only thing that was left was a single charred beam. As Vandross turned from the charred mess a glint in the ashes caught his eye, swallowing past the lump in his throat he bent down and brushed the still warm cinders and ash from the metal He froze and stared at the locket his mother had always worn. Picking it up the tears running freely down his face he walked away from his home never to look back. Then two years later he woke from his stupor to find himself working in Winchester.
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