I asked what character interviews readers were still craving after I had done the other four. Several readers said they wanted to read more about Cappy. I thought this would be a fun time to track down the mighty warrior and gather his thoughts. Enjoy!
I was born into a large family as the 5th out of 7 children, I was the second son with five sisters. My homeland was beautiful, the highland areas far north from Cliffehaven. Our meager croft sat close to the sea among the black cliffs. I can still remember the smell of the salty brine melded with the sweetness of the long green grass and the earthy scent of the animals on our land.
My brother and I fought with each other early on. Never did we see eye to eye. My sisters were always about the domestic chores of keeping house. I was a misfit and I knew it. Life changed drastically for me when a foreign man killed my mother and tried to take my sisters with him. My father was sowing seeds that day and I was playing out in the dirt with my slingshot. My brother was chopping wood for the fire. He just screamed and cried as our mother was attached, her throat slit from ear to ear. I was perhaps a lad of eight years.
Seeing my brother react the way he did made a fire burn inside of me. I shot my dear mother’s attacker square between the eyes and dropped him to his knees and it took him a moment to shake off the effects of that pebble. He looked around, not sure where it came from, I’m sure. One look at my angry, ruddy face gave me away. I ran to the barn. I ran faster than I ever had in my life and the man followed me.
I knew right where my father kept a sword buried in the hay. The man burst in behind me, his forehead showing a berry red mark where I’d hit him. He cursed me and spat on the ground in his fury. I placed the loft ladder between him and I. He reached between the rungs and grabbed my tunic…a whole fistful. I bent backward to free myself and my hand reached for the hay. He jerked me hard against the ladder and I stuck him in the gut with my poorly crafted weapon.
I knew in that moment that I would protect people from men like that. In the night, once we had buried my mother, I left my home by the sea and wandered.
I learned a whole new book of wisdom in my years of living off the land to survive and avoiding the evil that plagues the world. I happened upon the tired village of Cliffehaven and I inquired of a position in the guard under the Earl Devlin Darktower.
Quickly, I rose in the ranks and became the captain just months before Rosehill attacked. All the memories of the death of my mother flooded me and I was angry that kin was advancing on kin. But I failed to protect my lord and he perished needlessly.
It was a miracle that young Thorne survived. He had always held a special place in my heart. Never could he say my given name correctly and it’s not important what that name even is. He called me Cappy out of affection and so that’s what I became.
However, after the trauma of the boy’s family dying in that battle, he grew violent and angry. I suppose I saw myself mirrored in his actions. Having grown and matured some, I tried to pull him under my wing. But he was insistent that he needed to be as his father had been…or his perception of how Devlin had lived. It wasn’t right.
It took many years for an angel to be sent to his lordship. She was as precious and beautiful as Thorne was dark and terrible. And with all things, there can be no darkness in the presence of light. And it was no different for Thorne. She blinded him with her goodness while others plotted against her to remove the lady from Thorne’s company.
I’d like to feel that one day my death would mean something. That I would leave behind enough of myself to matter and make a difference in such turbulent times.