I was examining my new sword, when my friend, Faen came around.
"Hey, moon-head, watcha up too?" She asked with a smile on her face.
I rolled my eyes. " Moon-head? Is that the best you can do Sun?" I laughed. She looked at me with a glare.
"You didn't answer my question, Liadon." She said, she had a habit of called me Moon-head, Moon, Rol, and even Liadon. If she was in a good mood she would actually call me by my actual name, which is Rolen.
"I got this sword from my Father. I'm not sure what it's use is." I said. The, faen smacked me on the head.
"You use it to fight, idiot! Speaking of which...." Faen said.
"Speaking of what?" I said confused.
She looked at me. "In two months you probably won't be seeing much of me."
"What do you mean by that, Faen?" I asked, confused. 'What kind of trouble has she gotten herself into this time?' I thought to myself.
"Well, my mum has told me that I need to protect me and that Salthus. In two months, I'm going to start training with a human named Master Brightwood. He doesn't sound so bright from what I've heard." She said. I sighed in relief that she hadn't killed anyone or done anything that was that stupid.
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FantasyRolen has always known he was different than the rest of his family. A magical sword talks to him. He's friends with a strange elven girl, who he's known all his life. He knows things, about this girls family, and it's strange.
