{time lapse}
(Age:12 )
A young boy with medium black hair can be seen swinging his sword as hes father watched him closely.
A gruff voice then spoke."Timur, thats enough for training.you can stop training now."
Timur puts down his wooden sword as he nooded..and follow behind his father.
As Timur was resting in his room he was bored..not knowing what to do..he grabs a paper and decided to write something random.
"Im wondering what to do after training..."
I don't think watching the people outside my window and watch them passby or...stare at me seem good...mother is busy...and father is busy somehow.."Young Timur looked at the paper..and yawns..even writing won't help him..as he just folded the paper. Sets it aside.and just doze off..
As young Timur was resting..a certain feathery pet flew to his window when he fell asleep in hes desk..
The hawk landed in the wooden desk as its claws rest in the desk surface as its eyes roams around.
As it sees his masters son sleeping it decided to take one step slowly while exploring the desk.
The hawks gaze landed on the folded paper as it bends down and pecks it.. knowing that it isn't food. It's claws grabs the folded paper..and decided to go for another flight..
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Shaken hope.
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