I am very lucky. My father actually gave me a choice before casting me out to the kingdom. My name is Elizabeth. I am a thirteen-year old, the youngest child of the king of france. To you, you're amazed at how noble the name sounds. To me, it's my father. I live in medeival times, where we don't get choices. Escpesially girls. So basically what happens is thise; "Welcome back, Elizabeth. Guess what? You get to seal the deal on one of the alliances. Go marry their son. Have a nice day." And most of us would be saying,"Sure father I'll go." Even though we have no choice. That's what happened with my other two siblings. Bartered away to a total stranger's family. No choices. No way to escape. It is just go marry them and make sure to not have any contact with us. So it was a big deal when my father said to me "I want you to be happy. You get to choose. Either marry the new alliances son, or stay here."
  A choice to make. One little choice that impacts my whole future. I never knew it would be so difficult. over the past thirteen years of my life, all the choices wree done for me. Go do this. Go do that. It's tiring. And don't even get me started on my siblings. Especially, Nathaniel. Only a year older than me will inherit the throne. If he doesn't have any children, either my children or my sister's children will go and be the new king/queen of France. My sister Juliette was also a pain. She is three years older than me lives in Germany. Dad forced her to move. Now that I llok over this I will say that I will not marry the alliance. I value my father, but I value freedom more.

  Today has been the worst day of my life. I am a farmer in the medieval ages in Europe. Today had been one of the best days of my entire life; full of planting crops, Harvesting other crops, and helping pass the time away. But, I should have known that a great day like this, would shatter in to a million pieces. Just as the sun was hitting the ground in a burst of firey energy, I left my peaceful fields, to go home for the day. Walking calmly and happy with my days work, I am energetically propelling myself towards my home. I smile just thinking about my bunk, and a good nights sleep that is in front of me. Suddenly, I stop. Something doesn't smell right. Pungent smells lurked in the air. Smoke. Immediately, I break out in a run only to stop again at the sight of my village. Flames dance around my house, and the rest of the area. No sounds emerge from the wreckage. In the distance, some boats are floating calmly, but swiftly, on the river next to my village. An inkling tugs at my mind. My eyes widen with fear. My body stands rigid and I am incappable of moving. My worst fear has come. It is tearing at what I love. The vikings are here.
   I have heard stories from some of the older people in my village that they are a gruesome people. Almost nobody escapes them. I was lucky. Now I am hoping my luck will continue further, as my travels become more persistant in search of them. Yes, after a couple months, I built a skimpy boat and started after them. Hoping I would meet up to them. I did, but not in the way I had hoped for. Ah, the vikings were quick and noble. Doing their work quickly and cleanly severing many at a time. Yes, running is to tough for you when they're on your trail. I, too, have become one of the unlucky people in the villages. It took just merely a quarter of a second, before I slump over and lay, sprawled in the middle of a now deserted village.

    During the middle ages or medieval times many destruction and love happened. Some rulers were good some bad, just like all history. One great king was Charlemagne, or Charles the Great. Charlemagne is French for Charles the Great.  His empire was mainly all Germanic tribes and Turks. He widely supported Christianity, and wanted it to spread all through out Europe. Normally the king and the pope hate each other, but this was not so. A pope had actually said that he should become ruler beacuase he was such a good christian. Charlemagne was also a good military leader. The thing he liked more than the battle strategies is learning. He widely supported learning and wanted a good education system.

      My New Year's resolution(even though my family doesn't do them) is to stop lying to my parents. The reason I lie is because I'm scared. I'm even scared of my former teachers! That mjeans if I was absent one day something was due I probably wouldn't turn it in. Or if it is money that I ne ed to turn in, I probably won't turn it in until about about a month later or not at all. I know I'm not supposed to tel lies and that my family  me, but I just don't want to go up to the front of the room or face the teacher. Some steps that I can take to fix it are these. Maybe I can bump up my self-confidence level just a little bit more. Right now I am like at a twenty-five percent.
  Another New Year's revolution is to be a little better at not procrastinating. I normally don't do very well in rthat subject. It's just that everything is a disraction to me. I can't help it. It is just so easy to forget about something, then do somrthing else, instead.

   I am bound to this insane guy named Bear and it is so crazy. What did Father Quinel want to say the night he died? Her had said it was about my father. He died in plague and my mother died a few days ago. Now I am accused of stealing from my last lord, caled a wolf's head, traveled to get away, saw what would happen if I was caught, and gave an oath I can never break. Not that exciting, right. This man Bear is a juggler. I don't even know what I juggler is myself. I just happen to stumble in to this village, find him singing in a church, and then become his. Not only that but I can't call him sir like I am supposed to. The one good thing that really has happened so far is that I might be able to earn my freedom tagging along with him. I hope that will happen soon.

    I ave been thinking a lot about my new name, Crispin. Earlier I was called Asta's son.