When I was growing up I didn't have a family... But that of course isn't true. My parents lost me during the war and as time passed I slowly gathered information about parents and where I could find them. I overheard a story about a great warrior that had lost a son during the war so I set off to find him. Days passed as I traveled the wilderness alone and I kept passing areas that I was sure I had visited before. The longer I was out there the more my hopes began to fade away but I was not going to let anything stand in my way of finding my family. It snowed and rained and my patience was tested in many ways. When I had reached the house of Gberts I realized that I was home. I came to a clearing where there was a little village and started asking more about the warrior Gberts. They told me that I had to cross through a pass in the mountains and then I would come to large clearing where a little house sits just inside the edge of the woods at the far side. When I set out for the pass I was not prepared for what was to come. I fought off mountain lions and bears. I was attacked by many other strange creatures that I could not even begin to describe. The weather was harsh and it never let up. I had found the clearing at last and on the other side were the woods that the villagers spoke of. I looked closely at the woods and saw smoke rising in the rain. I made my way through the dark easily in the meadow and eventually found my way to the little house that was said to be the home of Gberts. I walked up to the door and knocked. Gberts answered the door and stared at me for a minute then asked me to come in out of the rain. As I walked inside he asked if he could help me with something. After a long pause I told him that I was his long lost son and that I had returned home. After a long explanation he looked at me and said welcome home my son. We then exchanged stories and caught up on old times and at last I was home.

~Qwerts~