I was born in the era of the Renaissance period, the late 15Th century. The year was 1487, And my birth was no special Occasion to the earTh, But i was important to my family. The first Boy of my 7 siblings, i had to grow up Fast, because on my fifTh year, my brother, Stanley was born., then on my 9th year, Emily was born, along with Stephen, Javin and Richard. On my 13Th year, then the twins were born, Rachael and Ashley.

According to my mother, the day was in October. the snow had started to fall seven days before, and it did not snow on the day of my birth. In the barn, i was brought into existence, the unpainted pinewood barn, the oak stump, the rusted axe head still plowed into the wood, the handle rotted away, that place is where i was born. Things about me Started at around 13.

Evan Matthews, Age 13.

The Bandits came. Father and mother had axes and swords, But the bandits had numbers. I told my siblings to hide in the hay bales, i watched through a broken window, i watched my mother beheaded. My father was shot by an arrow to the back of the Head. they set the house on fire. i watched the crimson embers rise into the night sky. the children were asleep. i felt nothing now, no more silent sobs. only blank. I worked out a plan to tell the Children. Mama And Papa went to town, and we have to meet them there.. i searched the home at dawn. the ashes smoking, i took what money we had, and my fathers old sword off his charred leather belt. I took mothers locket, to give to Emily. i woke the children up. they asked where momma and papa were. i had hid the bodies in the embers. The children believed the story, i said the burnt house meant new beginnings.

i knew the way to town, and i took that way on foot. most of the children cant ride horses well enough, and we were too poor to afford any more horses than 3. I set them free. i held both babies in each hand, only a year old. i knew i had to get more money… this can last us for around a month, but no longer than that.

I decided i had to steal.

Momma had always told me never to steal, but… i cant survive without it, momma. no jobs are hiring.. and if i can afford a bow, i might be able to teach myself to hunt, But we need a place to stay, with it being winter and all, i don’t know how long i can go without shelter, not to mention the kids. i set up a tent around 50 feet from the road, and build a small fire behind some trees. i told the kids to huddle close, we cant be spotted.i went to the road, and hid behind a tree, sword in it’s sheath, and soon enough a caravan rode by. the driver couldn’t see the back. The rough sinew of the leather caravan top gave me an idea. i snuck on, the caravan driver took no notice, as it was late, he was nearly asleep. I drew my knife, and took a 3 foot section of the sinew, and slipped it into my pocket. i found bread, 12 loafs! I managed to get 3, and escape off the back of the caravan unnoticed, on a bump on the pebble covered road. i walked back to my siblings, made all were there, and gave them the bread. i took 3 slices, and toasted them on the fire. the hickory gave it a nice taste. Comfort in small things is all i truly have. i opened up my bag, to find a curious Little lizard inside. Dark Green and spiked like a bearded dragon would be, but a Deep green, almost black..  his scales smoothed over as his eyes met mine. he was flat, his snake eyes, a radiant red, peering into my very soul. he seemed to smile… he climbed up the leather in a flash, and stopped on my shoulder, looking at his new found surroundings. i decided i would keep him if he wished to stay, as a friend, not a pet. I thought and thought, and finally noticed, he was looking at my face. i looked over to him, and the word “Friend” popped into my head. it was odd, i don’t think i thought of it… its possible, i thought, that i did on accidentally. i Fed him around a thumb size of bread, he was around the length of my middle finger to my wrist, and i could hardly imagine how he ate so much. Poor thing must have been starving.