Once while she was young and just beginning her training…
“And in here is where most of your studies will be carried out.” The teacher was saying as he opened the door.
Just as they walked into the room Shenia’s brother Sarquin, who was in training as a friar as well, and another student seemed to have just had a bit of a fuss.
“We will finish this later, be sure of that.” Sarquin said after noticing the door opening.
“What are you going to finish later? What happened here?” Inquired Shenia.
“Nothing don’t worry about it. Its nothing.”
“It didn’t sound like nothing.”
“Forget it.” He said just as he brushed past her.
A few days later after Shenia had begun her training, they were in the classroom when a friend of Shenia ran up to her and said, “Your brothers gotten himself into some trouble you had better get outside!”
Muttering she jumped up and ran from the room. Ignoring the shouts from her teacher.
As she stepped outside, over on the side of the field she saw her brother and that other kid from a few days ago, standing face to face a few feet from each other weapons drawn. Sarquin his staff, and the other dual swords glinting in the sun as though wet.
Just as she was nearing them her brother noticed and shouted, “Stay back, this is not yours to deal in!”
Startled slightly by this refrain she slowed then stopped a distance from them.
Without word they rushed to each other.
Sarquin got an early hit in to the head by the other quickly rolled to the side seemingly unfazed from the blow. After a few advances and blocks they were both tiring but continued on.
Then finally after blocking a blow from Sarquin with his right hand, he thrust his other sword into Sarquin’s side. Immediately Sarquin fell to his knees exhausted and reeling from the blow. The other ran off into the nearby woods fearing what may become of him.
Shenia ran up to her brother crying out. When she reached him he was drenched in sweat and covered in dust and had fallen onto his back. Looking at the wound she realized that there must have been poison on the sward because the wound had already turned an ugly green.
“What was that all about? Why were you guys fighting?”
She never got her answer, just after asking his head fell to the side his arms and legs went limp.
Terrified and angry at the same time, she ran to get her teacher…
“And in here is where most of your studies will be carried out.” The teacher was saying as he opened the door.
Just as they walked into the room Shenia’s brother Sarquin, who was in training as a friar as well, and another student seemed to have just had a bit of a fuss.
“We will finish this later, be sure of that.” Sarquin said after noticing the door opening.
“What are you going to finish later? What happened here?” Inquired Shenia.
“Nothing don’t worry about it. Its nothing.”
“It didn’t sound like nothing.”
“Forget it.” He said just as he brushed past her.
A few days later after Shenia had begun her training, they were in the classroom when a friend of Shenia ran up to her and said, “Your brothers gotten himself into some trouble you had better get outside!”
Muttering she jumped up and ran from the room. Ignoring the shouts from her teacher.
As she stepped outside, over on the side of the field she saw her brother and that other kid from a few days ago, standing face to face a few feet from each other weapons drawn. Sarquin his staff, and the other dual swords glinting in the sun as though wet.
Just as she was nearing them her brother noticed and shouted, “Stay back, this is not yours to deal in!”
Startled slightly by this refrain she slowed then stopped a distance from them.
Without word they rushed to each other.
Sarquin got an early hit in to the head by the other quickly rolled to the side seemingly unfazed from the blow. After a few advances and blocks they were both tiring but continued on.
Then finally after blocking a blow from Sarquin with his right hand, he thrust his other sword into Sarquin’s side. Immediately Sarquin fell to his knees exhausted and reeling from the blow. The other ran off into the nearby woods fearing what may become of him.
Shenia ran up to her brother crying out. When she reached him he was drenched in sweat and covered in dust and had fallen onto his back. Looking at the wound she realized that there must have been poison on the sward because the wound had already turned an ugly green.
“What was that all about? Why were you guys fighting?”
She never got her answer, just after asking his head fell to the side his arms and legs went limp.
Terrified and angry at the same time, she ran to get her teacher…