Bruin Dumbledez
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Bruin sat on his bed and stared out the window of his second floor bedroom, the cold winter wind tearing at the snow covered trees, making them sway strangely in unison. The movement of their limbs was the only sign of life on an otherwise gloomy, mountain day. Bruin's thoughts drifted to the happenings of the break. The accident that had taken his grandparents from him, the sombre atmosphere of his family home as his mother dealt with the loss of her parents, his father's stoic attitude revealing nothing of how he felt or what he expected of Bruin, and finally, the mysterious gift that had been left to Bruin.
Bruin glanced down at the odd limestone carving that rested in his hand, barely aware that he had been holding it. The carving had awakened something inside him, a desire to learn more about his family history. He had very little information to build on, but this carving and the note that had accompanied it had generated an ever expanding list of questions about what it might represent and how it might link with his ancestry.
From what Bruin could surmise from the note that his grandparents had left him, the carving had been in their family for generations and they had spent the bulk of their lifetimes attempting to discover its origins and secrets. Bruin could only hope that they had left some records or documents that might have kept track of what they had discovered so that he might continue their work. He placed the carving gently into the wooden box that it had arrived in and then stowed the box carefully in his knap sack.
Despite the sadness, it was time to return to school, there was much to do and grieving more wouldn't change anything. He would honour his grandparents the only way he knew how, by working hard and trying to discover what had remained hidden for so long.
Bruin glanced down at the odd limestone carving that rested in his hand, barely aware that he had been holding it. The carving had awakened something inside him, a desire to learn more about his family history. He had very little information to build on, but this carving and the note that had accompanied it had generated an ever expanding list of questions about what it might represent and how it might link with his ancestry.
From what Bruin could surmise from the note that his grandparents had left him, the carving had been in their family for generations and they had spent the bulk of their lifetimes attempting to discover its origins and secrets. Bruin could only hope that they had left some records or documents that might have kept track of what they had discovered so that he might continue their work. He placed the carving gently into the wooden box that it had arrived in and then stowed the box carefully in his knap sack.
Despite the sadness, it was time to return to school, there was much to do and grieving more wouldn't change anything. He would honour his grandparents the only way he knew how, by working hard and trying to discover what had remained hidden for so long.