The Path of Revenge

Princess Aalia

 She was lithe, graceful and light-footed.

She slammed the guard's head on her knee, and shoved him onto the ground awaiting her next attacker. 

Her wrists were powerful, and she was unbelievably agile. 

The man groaned into the dusty grounds of the garden. 

She would attack with flicks of her wrist and defend by slight deflections and quick dodges, a fighting style that involved minimal physical contact and maximum strike damage.

He laid still.

Keeping quietly, she listened for any noises which could indicate who the next attack was. The sound of twigs crunching revealing his hiding spot.The guard attempted to strike her unnoticed, but she swiftly side-stepped the opposite direction. 

Seeing the man was unarmed, she dropped her favorite blade to the ground beside her. She smirked looking the man directly in the eye.

He snarled, accepting the challenge.

The man shouted as he spun around and swung his fist at her. Almost automatically, her leg lifted up to give him a swift kick in his face, he faltered but once again rose his fist. She somersaulted backwards and quickly found her stability in a crouched position. His large fist rushed right past her petite nose, followed by the rest of his body, as the man stumbled forward in surprise. With a roar she used all the force left in her, and swung her leg on his bent back. The man let out a groan, as he collapsed on the ground.

His body went limp, leaving an empty silence.

The sound of clapping interrupted the previous silence. "Marvelous Job, Aalia."

Aalia turned to the voice of her young instructor as she nodded tiredly. He had a wide smile on his lean face. "Thank you, sir." She mumbled. He was her 7th instructor, and once again she felt she wasted time being one of his students. Like the others he would be gone by the next morning with just a flick of her royal hand.

She bent down the muddy ground, and picked up her beautifully created blade she had dropped earlier. Her fingers brushed against the cold metal; and held it in front of her, the silver blade glinted beneath the light. The leather hilt fitted into her hands easily, like it had been customary handmade for her. She traced the intricate carvings on her hilt- a habit she normally did in the weirdest of situations. Her fingers lingered over the rare moonstones and gems that were nestled in the hilt.  

"A beauteous blade," The instructor remarked, "Where did you get such a exquisite piece?"

She smirked, and shoved the blade into her long black boot. "The same person that I live to avenge. "

Class was over.

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"Aalia! It's time to get up!"