The Unseen Adventure

Chapter two: The Restless Heart

The next morning, Damian woke up early, feeling refreshed and energized. He dressed in his simple tunic and leggings, then began his daily routine, starting with his chores. He fed the animals, tended to the garden and swept the floor. As he worked, he exchange greetings with the villagers who passed by, waving and smiling.

Meanwhile, Fela slept in, exhausted from the late-night storytelling. He woke up a few hours later, feeling rejuvenated. He stretched his arms and yawned, then made his way to the main room to inspect Damian's work.

Fela was impressed with Damian's diligence and attention to detail. The animals were fed and happy, the garden was watered and weeded, and the floor was spotless.

He nodded in approval, proud of his son's responsibility and initiative. Next, Fela headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He expertly chopped vegetables and meat, then made them into lush soup over the fire. The aroma of the soup filled the air, making Damian's stomach growl with hunger.

Fela called out to Damian when the food was ready.

Damian hurried to the kitchen lighting up at the sight of the delicious food, he quickly demolishing his bowl of soup.

Fela chuckled, pleased with himself. "You must have been really hungry this morning"

Damian nodded, still relishing the soup.

After breakfast, Fela headed out to check the traps he had set a few days ago, hoping to catch some fresh meal for their next meal.

Meanwhile, Damian headed to his room and grabbed his sword, a straight curved blade. He then moved to the clearing close to the house to practice his sword skills.

Fela returned with a rabbit slung over his shoulder and watched Damian from a distance, impressed by his son's dedication and skill.

"Not bad, Damian," Fela said, his voice low and encouraging. "But remember to keep your guard up and stance balanced. You don't want to leave yourself open to attack."

Damian nodded, taking his father's advice to heart. "I'll try, Father."

Fela observed his technique for a few moments longer. "That's it, keep your movements smooth and controlled. You're doing well, son."

Damian continued practicing, his movements becoming more precise and confident with each passing moment.

Fela dropped the rabbits and grabbed his sword, his eyes with a competitive spark. "Let's see how well you can put your skills in practice, Damian!" he exclaimed, charging towards his son with a swift strike.

Damian's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure and raised his sword to defend himself.

The two clashed in a flurry of steel and sparks, their blades ringing out as they exchanged blow after blow.

Fela didn't hold back, pushing his son to his limits. Damian stumbled backward, his breathing rapid, but he refused to yield.

With a fierce cry, he launched a series of bold attacks, forcing Fela to retreat a little.

The sparring match intensified, their swords clashing in a whirlwind of movement. The battle raged on, neither opponent giving an inch, until finally, Fela disarmed Damian with a clever feint and struck his sword against the ground, declaring victory.

Damian panted, his chest heaving, but his eyes shone with a sense of accomplishment.

"Well done, father!" he said, grinning.

"You're still the better swordsman!" Fela chuckled, sheathing his sword.

"You're getting closer, my son. Keep practicing, and one day you'll surpass me!"