Story of one

[Serpentis]

[font=Arial]Prelude
"New beginnings"

• [color=#FFFFFF][font=Arial]I never knew that life could be such a trial, to show ones soul the suffering in which Ive seen in my life. In my trial of life.
  
  My father, one Boris Anderson, descendant from Coalition saboteurs planted on the Bretonian sleeper ship, now a family of simple workers, brought me into existence with his wife and my mother, Vanessa Irene Kristall, Born into an aristocratic family of Bretonia, wealthy and powerful the family was. But when Vanessa decided to marry my father, against her family's wishes, she was thrown out and lost all claim to her family's wealth and political influence.
  
  This I believe mattered little to my mother as she had what she wanted, a family. Roughly 3 months after their wedding I was born, named Michael, after my mother's dead brother. Of course my father's family where opposed from the start, since it had been their tradition to name each male member in line with their heritage of the old Russian country. But it shortly afterwards where forgotten or at least forgiven by the elders.
  
  My younger years, as you can imagine, weren't much off significance save some minor instances within the family's, my mother continued her old work as a journalist on Leeds, making my father take up the task of taking care of me as a little child, the only upside was that I at a young age got presented into the traditions of the family.
  

• [font=Arial]My father spent all time he could with me, in between shifts at the factory which the family owned. Now, allot of people asked me in the past why our family name isn't off Russian descent while most of our given names is, this is something I got explained to me since my early childhood.
  Since the family had lived trough generation in Bretonia, openly stating their heritage where not always the best of ideas. It went; Chernov, Krupin, Alkaev and Pavlov to become Campbell, Kimball, Anderson and Poynter. These four families became close over the years, helping each other when they need each other, when they needed jobs, food or money. Everything they did for each other, and that was my family in the end.
  
  At the age of eight I got into a good school on Leeds, one of the best, thanks to my families and their influence amongst the workers and their families, it is strange how things work on a planet filled with simple factory workers or dock workers.. All put together, all equal.. Just that some where luckier then others and where just a little richer and had more influence on the planet then others. In the end, one of those families was mine.
  

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