Read the first part here.
“Marcus, can you come o’ere for a moment?” Marcus wiped the sweat from his brow which he got from pulling radishes in their field and nodded. As he entered their tiny little hut he noticed that his teacher was sitting at their table along with a strange-looking fellow with bright-colored clothing and an orange mustache.
“What’s going on mama, papa?” He saw their expressions. He didn’t know what was going on, but it felt utterly grave. However, his teacher smiled at him.
“Hello Marcus, how is it going?”
But Marcus didn’t answer. “Mama? Is everything alright?”
“Oh Marcus,” she said. She tried to smile. “They’re here to help you.”
“You see Marcus,” her teacher said as she stood-up. “We’re concerned about you. It’s the age of adventure, and it seems like you don’t want to partake. You would much rather work the field for the rest of your life. And that’s very lame.”
Marcus winced at this. He turned and saw his father now turned toward the window, staring out into the field.
“I don’t understand,” Marcus said.
“Son, they’re here because, well, they think the best thing for you is to leave us, just for a little while.” As his mother said this his stomach dropped, his hands shook. He rushed over to his father.
“Papa. What’s going on? This isn’t true. Is it? Papa, I just want—”
His father turned slowly and pressed his calloused hand on his son’s shoulder. “Marcus. You’re a man now, and it’s time to carve your own life. We spoke with your teacher and we decided that it was best that you go to the academy.”
“There you will learn how to become a great adventurer. But, most importantly, you will realize that this isn’t the life for you. The life of the serf. We want what we could never have. This is your opportunity.”
“But papa. I don’t want to adventure. Adventuring’s dangerous. You can get eaten by lions or torn to shreds by goblins or—”
“Enough!” His father’s voice reverberated through the tiny hut. Marcus’ body shook. Papa composed himself and kneeled down toward his son. “Look, this may be tough. We don’t want you to go, but it’s for the best. We will be fine. Now go.”
And with that Marcus was put on a horse and followed the man with the orange mustache out of their village. He looked back and saw his already tiny hut shrink and shrink into the horizon. “Aw man,” he said to himself, “this is gonna suck.”