A dark shadow begins to flood the horizon.
The sun disappears within its coil and the sky fades to black.
The world stops spinning, and the war seizes.
Then comes the black soot, falling down like flower petals from the darkened clouds.
One by on...
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"The balance on your feet is still sloppy, Keith" Aillard drawled, looking down at the trainee who was on all his four, panting heavily for breath and his sweat dripping down his forehead. The sword he used to duel with Aillard had been flung to the other side which landed and thrusted into the ground.
"Sorry Sir" the knight in training breathed out. His brown hair was soaked with his own sweat as it glued to his forehead.
Aillard put out his gloved palm, gesturing for the knight to grab a hold. "Train harder so you wouldn't have to apologise the next time we duel" he expressed, his tone kind and motivating which had Keith nod his head and accept the kind gesture from his superior, grabbing a hold of Aillard's palm and then to be pulled up by him.
"Thank you, Sir," Keith said gratefully and wiped away the sweat with the sleeves of his shirt.
Sir Aillard placed a hand upon Keith's shoulder blade, "Don't over train yourself this time. A knight is still human and needs to have their rest" he explained to Keith. The worry in his eyes was visible to anyone who looked into them.
"I won't Sir" Keith assured.
"Good" Aillard patted down the young man's shoulder and then to walk off, leaving the knight in training in a moment of his own to catch his breath and stamina. Sir Aillard was one to be respected disclosing the fact he may be different in colour, Aillard was a kind-hearted gentleman.
He may be hard and rough when he is training his students, he will always make sure they are treated well and given lots of rests and energy before their next day in training. Aillard would also make it up be doing such favours for his student and giving out supporting lectures that riled the spirit of the knighthood from within them giving them the encouragement to do their very best.
It's why everyone in the knighthood hold high respects to this man even the people who had dissed him from when he was just a lackey trying to achieve the life of a knight.
Even if he rarely displayed any sort of emotions and would always have that blank, expressionless face every day, it could be sensed by the people around from his emitting aura the sort of emotions he would be feeling from inside.
But today out of all the days that ever passed, the aura that leaked from him seemed to be different the any other day. This time he seemed happy, and it explained very clearly to Keith why he was much softer when colliding his blade to his.
Something had happened that made Aillard seem so joyful.
Whatever it was, Keith hoped it would last for a lifetime.
Aillard walked along the corridors of the knight's barracks in the Glacies estate. Like always it was quite during this time of day since most of the trainees are practicing wielding their swords or building up their physics and stamina to even consider of being inside in such a bright day.
