"Great, is what I have been given. I at one time I must admit I had a lovely family, I had a lovely wife, a daughter, and a son now all I have is a son ( though I must admit he is not the smartest ) so with so many thoughts that come to my mind, this one has made me make the decision of writing this letter for my brother and family to be my will so if a time comes when I should become seriously ill or I should pass way. I wish this one wish that my brother Sender should take care of my young son Everson. ( who at this time is only 7 years old) Nor will I ever change this decision, for when I was younger I took a great liking to my brother Sender, I find him to know a few things that him and I learned as children that I find to be what I would like my son to know. Hender ( I mean Sender ) is what I would call my favourite brother, whom though some time has gone by and at this time he has been in what I consider disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent ( disgraceful on both there parts ) But all the same it means little to me ( inless one should kill the other than that would mean more then some thing ) for I find that they are doing the same thing they did as boys only they are doing it in a way they find more suitable to their age. ( though it is a strange thing to me they should still be fighting each other over what ever it is they are fighting for) Now I must add that if Sender does not wish to raise my son with the help of my parents then only wish to a have him leave under my parents care instead of that of Sender my brother, and Eversons godfather. But I do not wish to make Sender feel he must for it he wished not to I could never be offended by him. For one thing I find no way that I could ever dislike Sender, even if he continues these disgraceful arguments and fights with my brother Clivent.
Royally and sincerely
Ovlen Royal
The year 670
Will
I wish for Sender Royal my brother to take care of my son Everson should I pass way. In every thing that is suitable to what my son may need to be knighted and grow up, Knowing, Loving, and Serving God.
I wish my son Everson to receive my Royal sword when he is knighted should I pass way before this time comes.
I wish my family to do what they wilt with my other things.
A word of two to Victor. I could not surpass my joy when I heard from Sender that you have took a higher place amongst the life of a guard at the palace. Though I also heard of your little mistake in following orders, though it happens. You I must admit have found a better place in life then I, for I was once told I could pick what ever I wished and I picked a quiet life. I hope you continue to do well and avoided mistakes ( though they happen)
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To Clivent
Clivent you told me most of the facts of how you and Sender have stopped the Arguments and fights. But to me it does not seen to be the nice way to put an end to it. But I must say it served both you and Sender right to receive what you both received.. There seems to be one thing though that I must point out which I find is that Sender seems to be avoiding any kind of arguments with you. But on telling you this you said that this is not true, but I tell you to ask him for he will tell you so, for I know my brothers even, if they know me not. So I must admit I am very happy with all that you and Sender have accomplished. I have to tell you I love all my brothers, and family members dearly, it bothers me to see any of you suffer.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlen Royal
To my little brother Victory. I must admit each time I think of your name I think of you first fight with wooden swords that you had and of course you won. Your name makes that evident. But I have a little thing I wish you to do,.which I have told you before. But sense my hands are weak I can not right much more to you only remember I love my little brother, and keep winning Victorys. You have many to win since your only 14 years of age.
Royally and lovingly sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
Hender or Sender, I like your nickname better, please I beg you Sender that's soon as you return home read my will. I am passing way. I grow weaker each day. I have written you another letter, with much I had to say.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
Your brother Ovlin Royal
My dear cousin Hillmore I am very sorry about the pain I have put you though. But I must admit that I thought it served you well, and you told me so your self. But now I am dying and can not come and do what I told I would do but will you do me a favour in stead. Could you tell You 19 year old brother about My illness and I have some thing Sender knows to give your family.
Royally and lovingly and sincerely
You dying cousin Ovlin Royal
Make a story of Sender and Clivents first argument and fight we're there drew swords to one another and there father the general in the kings army and Victor and to separate them. Describe the punishment there kins men the king inflicted on them though he was very kind to them even well the punishment was being carried out. for Hender his sword was taken away for a month and to add to the shame it was his royal blade. And Clivent was threatened with the torchure chamber but he had a different punishment carried out. And after it was over there was still discord among the brothers. So one day the king there kins men asks Clivent to be his treasurer. Talk about Ovlins other two brothers Victor"
In the majestic kingdom of Eldoria, under the rule of a benevolent king, two brothers—Sender and Clivent Royal—found themselves engulfed in a quarrel that escalated to a level unheard of among the nobility. The origin of the discord was trivial, perhaps a misplaced word or a misunderstood gesture, but pride and tempestuous young blood turned it into a feud.
Their altercation reached its peak one day in the gardens of the royal palace. Under the flowering branches of ancient trees, footsteps of fury hastened, closing the gap between them. With flushed cheeks and burning gazes, the two brothers drew their bejeweled swords, the sunlight glinting off the majestic steel. Their movements, coordinated and graceful, demonstrated years of training under their father—a respected general in the king's army.
The tension was palpable, the air thick with the scent of an impending clash, when their youngest brother, Victor, darted between them, desperate to separate the pair before tragedy could strike. His efforts, noble but insufficient against the grief-stricken warriors, left him bruised but determined to prevent their rage from breeding irrevocable sorrow.
It was then that their father, garbed in his impeccable general's uniform, his medals of honor reflecting years of faithful service, intervened with the authority and command that only he possessed. His bellowing voice, accustomed to being obeyed, halted the brothers' duel before blood could be shed.
The news of the incident swiftly reached the king, their kinsman, who was both disheartened and dismayed at the thought of two of his favored nobles embroiled in hostility. With a heavy heart, he was compelled to administer justice. Even though he held considerable regard for them, discipline was paramount for the harmony of his realm.
Sender, the older of the two, was stripped of his cherished royal blade for a full month, with the king himself holding the sword in the interim. The sovereignty of the blade was synonymous with honor, and its absence was a daily reminder of his temperamental folly.
For Clivent, the threat of the torture chamber loomed heavy, but the king, merciful, sought a more constructive punishment. Clivent was tasked with the laborious and humbling responsibility of organizing the kingdom's archives—a monumental chore that would occupy his time and deflate his hot-headedness.
Despite the punishment, the resentment between Sender and Clivent remained, albeit subdued by the passage of time. Seeking to mend the rift, the king appointed Clivent as his Treasurer, hoping that the responsibility and trust placed upon his shoulders would guide him towards a path of reconciliation with his brother.
News of these events reached their elder sibling, Ovlin Royal, who lay on his deathbed with a heavy heart, writing his final letters. Despite being miles apart, the honor and love he held for his family were as strong as ever. His letters, filled with love and parting wishes, spoke of his desires for his son, Everson, and his trust in Sender as his son's guardian.
Outside his chamber, the faded echoes of Sender and Clivent's first fiery argument were a distant memory. While the brothers had faced the consequences of their impulsive actions, the wisdom shared by Ovlin in his final moments would linger in their hearts forever, gently guiding them back to the bond they once cherished with such fervor. As the kingdom of Eldoria flourished under their renewed brotherhood, Ovlin's wishes for peace and unity among his kin were ultimately fulfilled.