George's pov
wake up in the morning.
I get out of bed straight away and grab my phone.
I open it and call Wilbur.
"Hey George!" He answers happily.
"Hey, I-uh I find out how she died" I say, "what? How?" He ask, "she committed" I whisper.
"What?! Oh my god, I'm so sorry" he answers as a tear leaves my eye.
"Wasn't your fault" I say.
We talk on the phone until there's a knock on my door.
"Coome in" I say sitting on my window sill chair and staring out at the paddocks.
The door opens but I don't look over, "I got to go wil" I say, "alright, see ya" he says, "bye" I say and hangup.
I look over at clay, "you really need to tidy up" he says, "I know" I shrug, "ok, so I'm going to think and workout a little, don't do everything stupid when I'm gone and don't sneak out without telling me" he says.
I nod, he walks out of the room.
I scroll through my phone for the next hour.
I decide to get up and make a little detour around the castle.
I leave my room even though clay said not too.
I walk through the hallways a little while until I hear people's voices from the weapons room.
I open the door quietly.
I walk to the edge of the balcony like place and look down and over my brother and clay.
They both have swords in their hands.
"Ok ready?" My brother asks, "yes" cly answers.
They get into positions then both begin to fight with there swords.
Clay is way better then my brother.
He hits my bothers sword out of his hand then points the sword to my brothers chest.
"Alright you got me, again" my brother says annoyed.
"Your feet are all in the wrong places Johnathan, you need to know where you next step is" clay says.
Jonathan purs his sword away, "see ya" he says to clay as he leaves.
"Hello George" clay says without looking up at me.
I walk to the stairs and make my way down them.
"Do you teach him?" I ask, "no, he just has practice with me" clay answers putting his sword away.
"Why are you here?" He asks looking at me, "because I can" I shrug, "do you need something?" He asks, I shake my head.
"Come here" he says.
I walk over to him, he pulls a sword out and hands it to me.
I shake my head, "take it" he says, "I can't fight clay" I say, "I know" he says.
I hesitantly take it and we walk into the middle of the floor.
Clay stands with his sword infront of me, "feet like this" he says, I look at where his feet position and try to position mine like his but can't.
He walks behind me and I feel his body press against mine from behind.
He positions his feet, "like this" he whispers.
I put my feet beside his.
He grabs my hand with the sword in it, he lifts my arm in the air.
"Ok when I swing my sword, hit it" he says letting go of me.
He stands where he was before, he swigs the sword, not hard like with my brother.
I hit it only letting go of my sword and it drops of the ground.
"You didn't even try" clay says, "it's scary" I say.
"Come hit my sword with all your power" he sys picking my sword up and giving it to me.
He holds his sword up for me to hit.
I imagine it's my dad standing infront of me an swing my sword.
Hitting clays, his sword flies from his
Hand and across the room.
"You weren't even holding it" i say, clay smiles, "alright let's do it again" he says.
