The Life of Ebony Ibre / The Knight of Wisdom's Blade
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Everyone knows the tale of the hero, but what about the one who wanted to be the hero?
Throughout her entire life, Ebony has had only one dream: to become the Guardian of the Green Book and t...
Do you remember what I told you years ago, before our family changed? I said that I was afraid and doubted that I could continue the legacy that Father and Grandpa had worked so hard to carry, because I felt I wasn't as strong as them. But do you remember what you told me? You said that I shouldn't be trying to be like my father; nor expect to be like him. But that I should learn who I am and decide what type of person I want to be.
I want to thank you Aunty M, because I now know who I want to be.
The Guardian of the Green Book.
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The soft rumble of the train moving along the tracks woke me from my sleep. Rays of sunlight entered my eyes as I slowly opened them. I squinted in protest as I let out a sigh. I don't know when I had fallen asleep or for how long, but apparently, staring past the train window had caused me to do the unthinkable: sleep in a train. Indignation rose within me as I became more aware of this realization.
If Caleb ever found out that I had fallen asleep on the train, I would never hear the end of it.
The sun's rays penetrated through the enclosure that divided me from the outside. Its warmth satisfied my skin and for a brief moment, all of the anger I felt melted away. I found it rather odd that I had dreamed about a memory, specifically the day Father introduced the Green Book to me. I've never had a dream as a memory before, so why now?
Unfortunately, I wasn't able to dwell on that subject any further, for you see, I do believe I am cursed not to experience anything good for very long.
I gripped the edge of my seat and felt something crawl up my hand. Not even wanting to investigate, I squealed and rose to my feet, waving my hands like a frantic woman. The violator fell from my hand and scurried across the floor, but not before I saw what it was.
"Roach."
Without hesitation, I pounced on the abomination and stomped it out of existence.
"Die! Die!"
I breathed heavily before noticing the many stares I was receiving. An attendant came to me asking what was the matter and I simply pointed to the now dead cockroach. The woman's eyes widened, before nodding her head in understanding and disposing of the creature.
Once everything had settled down, I rested in my seat to meet eyes with a little boy seated in front of me. He looked drowsy as if he had just woken up from a nap.
"You're weird."
I blinked, uncertain if I heard him correctly. He leisurely rested his head on his seat. His light copper skin stood in complete contrast to the gray fabric seating. His brown eyes were like deep pools that you could get lost in, expressive and admiring. I had to blink rapidly to remove myself from their trance.
