Many Mini-Adventures

Lightguard

A sword that can cut through light itself because it is light. It did not burn with the hot radiance of blazing fire nor did it glow the veracity of a thousand suns. It has a quiet, humble glow and it trickled light dust.

Her blond hair flowed freely as she practiced with her blade. Every slash caused a flurry of light dust to illuminate the dark evening atmosphere around her. This calmed her soul. It was a warrior's dance that felt just right. She inhaled with each pull and exhaled with each thrust. After a few more runs of her blade, she stopped and kneeled.

She sheathed the sword as she looked across the field. In the background, just a few yards away, a party was happening in the city courtyard in the king's honor. He has reached a peace treaty with the neighboring kingdom and the people no longer had to worry about an oppressive siege. No, they could live in peace at least for a little while longer. She sighed as she walked back to the party at hand.

Boisterous music played on bongos and stringed instruments. It truly wasn't her style to be around such loud noise, but the music, she had to admit, did have a calming effect. It was a sign that things were no longer about war.

She sat in a chair next to a fire pit. She then felt a tug around her neck. Looking up, Brayson had his thick arm over her shoulder. He was a tall, bulky man but she knew he meant no harm. He was simply a very friendly social soul.

"Aye, you shouldn't look so glum, Silva." he said as he rocked back and forth, pushing Silva with him. "We have nothing to fear anymore."

"Perhaps," Silva said as she brushed Brayson's arm aside. "All I remember for the past year is fighting. Constant fighting. I'm surprised I'm alive to see it end. And I doubt that was the last fight we'll see."

Brayson raised an eyebrow. "Why, of course. Just yesterday Bibb got into it with the armorsmith again! Bibb knows that Grandis is new to the town and yet he keeps haggling him for his wares."

Silva shook her head and smiled. "As amusing as that is, that's not what I mean."

She felt a hand rustling her blond hair. She brushed it off and looked up at another friend of hers, Frey. A more subdued woman than most but a bit of a jokester in her own right.

"My, are you worried, Sil? You do that much too often. You'll get quite the wrinkles, you know." Frey said, smiling sweetly. She sat on Silva's right and Brayson on Silva's left.

Silva frowned as she looked between her two friends. "I'm simply taking this all in, you two."

"Yes," Frey said. "You mercenary types know very little about peace. But don't fret, it will become a comfort to you soon enough."

"Or a crutch." Brayson added. "We could do some sparing some time to keep your skills and sword sharp."

Silva slipped a small grin. Frey laughed at the sight. "Oh, does our Silva know how to smile after all? All it takes is a promise of a fight it seems."

Silva didn't really challenge her on that front. It wasn't entirely wrong. The feel of her blade clashing with another was a thrill no other event could compete. Though, she did prefer it during a friendly duel instead of a fight to the death.

Frey tugged on Silva's arm. "Let's grab some food. It will do you good to calm your nerves."

Brayson grumbled. Frey looked toward him and raised an eyebrow. "You know you can come too."

Brayson shook his head. "No, that's not what I'm thinking. I'm worried about tomorrow."

Both Silva and Frey tilted their heads. Silva leaned closer to Brayson and said, "Wait, you're getting promoted to captain tomorrow. That worries you?"