The Effect

Clashed

     Estalet looked at the sword with uncertainty and glanced at the man beside her, nodding being his reaction.

     'He said will...', she thought as she stared at the sword. The young trainee gave a small tug at the sword. A few pieces of sand seemed to twitch at the base. 'I want to grow stronger and prove myself'. Another small tug. A glance at the Captain and he nodded to continue. The young guard put a foot back in a small stance and tugged once more. 'I want to be not known as a weakling, but a master', a large pull and a small spark in the soul. Another foot backwards and the sword seemed to lean into her.

     "That is good enough, yet great. I've offered many students to try even touching my sword and some weren't able to, and the some that were, they barely moved a particle of sand.", the Captain praised and Estalet relieved the sword of her grip.

    "I saw that you were focused and putting your mind into the sword and that is good when it comes to this weapon, yet I remain curious, what were you thinking exactly?", the man questioned.

     Estalet fumbled with her fingers rubbing them together and picking at her nails unnoticeably, seeming to ponder over her response, "I suppose... I believe I was thinking of what I would want, like... What I would want to become...?"

     The Captain glanced at his sword and went to respond, "The thing is, there is a difference between want and will. Think about it. Want is not trying, just saying that you want something, you can want a candy, you can want to rule the world as we know it, yet either way or whatever else you would want it will never be the same as... Will. When I say I want to carry this sword, compare it to saying I will carry this sword, will seems to be when your taking action to your want, that your determined and eventually get to, or get what you wanted. Needed, in some cases.", the greater swordsman tried to explain. 

     Estalet was soaking in this seemingly mini-lesson and nodded in understanding, voicing that out shortly, "I see", though she felt slightly ashamed as she viewed him as correcting her.

     "I must depart and you should be having classes extremely soon, it was a pleasure meeting you young guard!", the Captain exclaims as he suddenly latches onto his sword and starts sprinting off, seemingly being observed as a busy man.

     The young guard mentioned though, opened her eyes wide at the mention of classes starting up again very soon and started to dart off much like the previous superior.

     "Learning the Arts... Blacksmithing... Gift Combat... Sword Mastery... Descriptions of the World... Break... History of the World...", Estalet murmured under her breath in memorization while speed-walking to her next and last class, History of the World. Ascending stairs and walking around corners she finally arrived to the large classroom of many bookshelves filled with historic events.

     Luckily she was barely on-time and she was still able to acquire a seat. A few minutes of waiting and the class was full, the finely dressed and dark-colored teacher stood up with a small book that read, 'Currency'. At the beginning of the year he would love to talk about the more southern and desert land he hails from, Aroncaia, named after the very brightly colored flower Arkconqap due to how brightly the sun shines there. From the different animals that reside there to the differences in culture Mr. Kardia would tell stories with much nostalgia and happiness.

     "Drafc, can you tell me the names of the three men named after the three types of coins?", Mr. Kardia asks, immediately starting class.

     The training high-guard questioned was the one who had been the look-out when Estalet had gotten her scar on her cheek, but he no longer stuck with the cruel crowds and changed his ways over the years passed and so he quickly answered the teacher, "Ashire, Ekore, and Wesin, Mr. Kardia".