In this final segment of this series of blog posts on family tree software I am imparting the start of a fictional story thought up and written by my pre-teen son, who is an big reader. It would be great if family tree software could encourage such stories. Without further ado, here is part nine:

Colton had always been a bit frightened of Gavin and had respected him more after that. Whenever Colton went to far Gavin just glared at him and Colton would stop. Gavin walked into the kitchen and found Amelia cooking. Beatrice was helping her and they looked over at him as he came in.

“How was your lesson with the Wizard?” Amelia asked.
“Well I learned a bit of basic air magic,” he replied.
“That sounds interesting,” She said, Amelia had never really paid any attention or interest in magic.
“Did the Wizard tell you he’s a vampire?” Beatrice asked. Beatrice had always paid attention to the castle gossip especially when it pertained to the Wizard. Beatrice had usually asked Gavin questions about the Wizard. Gavin always replied no to her somewhat silly questions.
“No, he’s not a vampire. What are we having for supper Amelia?”
“Well I planned on baking some chicken pies but I can’t seem to find Colton to send him to get flour,” She said stirring the pot with a wooden ladle. Gavin knew he was playing in the forest with his friends.
“I’ll go get it for you Amelia,” Gavin asked.
“No I’ve already started making soup so we will have to have that tomorrow.” Gavin went out of the kitchen and headed towards his room. He walked into the room. His room was very small. Gavin only had room for his bed and a wooden box for his spare clothing. Gavin changed out of his dirty clothes. He walked back down the hall and into the kitchen where Amelia was serving the hot soup. Gavin sat down next to Beatrice. He scooped up soup wit ha wooden spoon into his mouth. His eyes watered when he realized it was still burning hot. He could taste chunks of smooth potatoes and soft cooked carrots. He chewed on the succulent chicken and then ate another mouthful out of his bowl. He had always enjoyed Amelia’s cooking. On his last spoonful he heard the front door open with a creak and then slam shut. Colton stepped into the kitchen. He was covered with cuts and scratches and he had a black eye.
“What happened to you?” Amelia asked with a surprised look on her face.
“I hate my friends,” was all Colton said. He walked down the hall with a slight limp.
“Honestly the things that boy does…” Amelia trailed off. Gavin set his bowl down by the cooking pot and strapped his short sword onto his belt.

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