Eternally Human: Blood that Binds

Life as a human in the 1300's was peaceful. A quiet ordinary life. Nothing exciting ever happened, save for the yearly events here and there. The Moors would bloom every year with heather, and the sweet scent of the flowers perfume would settle in the air. I was lucky to have the parents that I did. While most parents cared about nothing more than marrying off their children, and obsessing over money and material items - my parents could not have cared any less. My father, being a great che...