A Knight's Rest

Chapter 2

A/N

So a few things real quick:

First, thank you Torn Banner Studios (Not like any of you will ever see this) for making the game that will most likely be my downfall, and for making said game that I mention below.

Second, this, unfortunately, is a very short chapter. I stared at this for so long, and could not add anything more. This chapter is a cliffhanger for my third chapter, which I have big plans for, but I needed something to lead into it.

Third, I changed the name of the enemy kingdom to Acklea, just a heads up to everyone who read the first chapter before that got changed.

Lastly, if you see any errors, please let me know. Thanks for reading!

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8 years later

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"Aaagaaathaaa," shouted the speakers connected to my computer.

I had just sat down to play a match in a game that I recently received for my birthday, Chivalry: Medieval Warfare, and was staring down a foe when I heard the front door to my house close.

A voice shouted to me from downstairs, "Vulnero, come down here, some girl showed up to wish you a happy birthday."

"A girl," I asked myself. "I didn't know that any of my friends knew where I lived yet."

"On my way, mom," I shouted and ran down the stairs.

Upon jumping past the bottom step of the carpeted staircase, I immediately saw whom the mysterious guest was, my sister Blair. She is nineteen now, and is also attending college in our old city, Seattle.   "Vuln, come on over here and give me a hug," she said while holding her arms out.

I quickly ran over and wrapped her in a big bear hug, "Sis, what are you doing home?"

She looked down at me and ruffled my shaggy, brown hair, which she knew that I detested, and laughed, "Way to greet your big sis, Vuln. You think I'd wait until the end of my semester to wish you a happy birthday?"

When I looked up at her, slightly ashamed, I said, "Sorry sis, I know that school's busy for you, so I didn't expect you to come home until your semester was over."  

"Don't worry about it, bud," she said with a grin. "Why don't you let me give you your present, I know you'll love it."

"You didn't have to..."

"Nonsense," she said while cutting me off. "I wanted to get you something that I felt you were finally old enough to have."

My interest peeked immediately and I asked, "Well, where is it? Is it a car, sis, because you know I can't drive yet, I'm only thirteen."

Blair chuckled, "No Vuln, not a car, something even better." Blair turned around and reached into the umbrella bin next to the front door and pulled out a long object, shaped like a closed umbrella in a wrapping paper.

"An umbrella?"

"No, you dolt, just open it," Blair said while handing the present to me carefully.

I took it eagerly, and opened it as quick as humanly possible. Once all the wrapping paper was obliterated, a beautiful sword rested in my hands, sheathed inside a soft, brown leather sheath. Immediately I ran my hand over it, enjoying the feeling of the leather, until my hand reached the cool metal of the crossguard, and continuing until it reached the wolf's head shaped pommel.

"I knew ever since that dream you had years ago, Vuln, that you would inherit my interest in medieval times, and since you're a boy, the warfare part of it," Blair explained. "So, I decided to get a replica of the blade in your dream. The diamonds in the crossguard are not real, but someday you can replace them with real ones. I'll spare the lecture, since mom, dad, and your sword instructor that they agreed to pay for will give you one, but just be careful, okay bro?"

I looked up at her, absolutely speechless for a minute and close to tears, "Sis, this is beautiful, I couldn't have asked for anything better," I said, stopping midsentence. "Wait, did you say sword instructor?"

At that point my mom peeked out of the kitchen, where she was finishing up dinner, "Yeah, Vuln. Your dad and I agreed to pay for lessons, especially since your sister was persistent on getting that thing made for you. We figured that it would be better for you to know how to use it that thing, instead of hurting yourself with it."

"When's my first lesson, mom," I asked.

"Tomorrow right after school," she said.