Last week we had Johanan get into his “first” of many skirmishes. I say “first” because a few months ago I posted a snippet of the story- “Acting Quickly”– which was my first unofficial installment before I realized that I wanted to turn this into a full-fledged series haha. This week we’re gonna take a nice, relaxing break from all the chaos and enjoy some peaceful back story on Johanan and Lysa’s childhood days. If you happened to miss last week’s post you can find it here: “Intruders”.
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From where we left off last week, Johanan has raced to his home to find that a couple of the intruders have made their way inside, forcing him to defend his family at all costs. After dealing with the unwanted guests, Johanan’s father instructs him to make way to the castle, where he suspects that the royal family is in trouble. The full scene can be found above in the post I linked. We now find Johanan approaching the kingdom’s town square, where Johanan reminisces about younger days…
On Sundays, if the weather was fair and Johanan had tended to his squire duties the days prior and Lysa had finished all her chores around the house, their mother would take them to the town square. Coincidentally, Sunday just so happened to be market day, when the square was abuzz with the many different people of Lestaria who came together once a week to transform the square into a bustling hub for trade and commerce. Farmers sold salted meats and colorful vegetables, cobblers displayed shoes and boots of all shapes and sizes, fashioned from burlap to leather to exotic reptile skins, jewelers laid out gold, silver, and bronze rings and pendants that sparkled and called out to little Lysa who was amazed by anything that shone.
As they neared the blacksmith’s forge where their father worked, the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted out of the bakery down the street, making Johanan’s mouth water. After convincing their mother to buy a baker’s dozen of rolls (and perhaps a fruit pie or two), they would visit their father, who could always be found hunched over his giant anvil pounding metal into all sorts of weapons and instruments, from daggers and arrowheads to chisels and swages. When he saw the children enter the small, hot forge though, he always dropped whatever he was doing to embrace them in one of his bear hugs. Johanan loved visiting his father. He knew his job was one of great importance, for many in the kingdom relied on his craftsmanship. He often went to work early in the morning and wouldn’t return until late at night, which made their Sunday visits that much more treasured. Indeed, Sundays always stood as days promising adventure, new sights and sounds, new trinkets from far away lands, all there in the very heart of the kingdom which, to Johanan and Lysa, was a magical world within their own.