The Story of the Hollow Knight (prologue)

Prologue

Once an ordinary peasant's son dreamed of becoming a knight. At home, on the farm, he was looking for sticks that reminded him of a sword. Over the years, he had accumulated a whole collection, which he boasted to his friends. His parents had different attitudes towards his desire to be a hero. The mother supported her son, and proudly watched each new learned technique, the father was stricter. He told his child from an early age: "Do you want to be a hero, to fight? Then earn coins for armor and a sword. Yes, save up more so that you don't get stabbed in the first fight." The boy remembered this instruction every evening before falling asleep. 

When he reached the age at which he could be useful, he immediately went to work - to take sheep's wool to the market, plow a field, help in everyday life...He took on everything he could. And it paid off, already as a young man, there was enough money in a wooden box by the bed to buy the first outfit. But there was a fly in the ointment...The father, who by that time was tired of farming and had stopped bringing enough for a favorable life into his house, was well aware of how much was in his son's hiding place. And after another quarrel with his wife, he decided to steal the child's possessions over the years and spend them on himself, on booze. That evening was a defining one for the boy and his mother. After all, the man got into a fight, got out of it almost unscathed, but in an instant he suddenly felt dizzy, his legs did not obey, and eventually fell off a cliff. 

The mother couldn't find a place for herself, at first blamed herself and said every word of that quarrel a hundred times a day, but then she found solace in her boy's goal. The sooner he went to war, the sooner she would get back to her old life, she muttered to herself. The son was faithful to his dream, he lived only for it, but he had to save up for armor again. Their cozy farm withered and turned into a training place for a young man, the loving and supportive look of his mother was replaced by the control of a mad woman over every step and the accumulated coin. He was ready to live with it because he loved and understood her grief. But one winter, the woman reached her maximum, and while they were sitting at a meager dinner, she suddenly threw the boy's things and himself out of the hut: "Until you bring gold, this house is closed to you!". It was the second evening in the young man's life, which devastated him and at the same time gave him an incentive to move towards the goal of becoming a knight.