Storyboards: Leichteron

Leichteron woke with a start. Gasping for breath he slowly calmed himself. Suddenly his eyes burned with what seemed like blue fire and the seven year old boy ground his teeth viciously. Grabbing his pillow he threw it across the room with a yell.
It had been his worse nightmare... again. The day his mother was shot through the heart by an Asturian "patriot's" arrow. He had only been five at the time. He and his mother were loading bales of hay for their Lord, Baron Terrion, when arrows began whistling through the air. Shouts could be heard as the ambushers closed on the town. Screams of terror, horror, and the unmistakable wail of great suffering and loss filled the air. The calls of the Asturians could be heard above the screams.
'Kill them all lads! The baron will suffer! Slaughter everyone!' cried a red haired Asturian. 'Spare no one! The women or children! They’re just serfs!'
Leichteron's mother quickly threw him into the hay bale next to them and ran her hand along her son's cheek.
'Stay here Teron. Don't move. They'll kill you if you move.'
Leichteron nodded mutely, tears glistening in his eyes. His mother kissed him on his forehead and turned around. Yelling out loudly she called out to the Asturians.
'You Asturian dogs! Come and catch me if you can!' she yelled as she threw a rock at the red haired man.
She turned and ran. Leichteron watched as she tried to make it back to their small hut and caught his breath as a whistling Asturian arrow tore the life from his mother. A choked sob escaped from his small throat and tears began coursing down his face like hot rivers.
Smoke spiralled up in black columns letting all of Mimbre know what had befallen the small serf town. Stumbling along through the bodies, a young Lecihteron searched for his mother's body. He caught sight of her face down in the mud. An arrow protruded from her back, and he dared not move it. He wrapped his arms around her as best he could and began sobbing uncontrollably.
Behind him, others were searching for their loved ones. The air was suddenly broken by the blast of a Mimbrate horn. A knight in full armor rode through the area, a look of hatred and anger on his face. Riding up to Leichteron, he dismounted.
'Jaila's dead?' he said, anger building in his voice.
'Yes, Milord.' said Leichteron looking up at Baron Terrion.
'Come then boy and come with me,' said the Baron crouching down and holding his arms out.
Leichteron threw his arms around the Baron, and even though the cold hard steel, Leichteron felt the warmth of this man's heart.
'Boy, thy mother was a good woman. In my younger years I was a wandering knight and made many mistakes and had many adventurers. You, Leichteron, were of such adventurers. Come then now and live with thy father that thy might receive thy inheritance.' said the Baron.
Lifted on to the powerful warhorse, Leichteron looked down at his mother, tears again searing his eyes.
'Fear not Leichteron, I will take care of thy mother. She will rest in peace in the walls of my castle.' the Baron assured him.
Leichteron stared around his dark bedroom. Hatred welled up inside of him as he vowed revenge once again on all Asturians, and especially the man who murdered his mother.

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