Foreign Skill

-Introduction/Prologue-

The name 'Dduwies Corwynt' is in Welsh,
The name 'Cleddyf y Corwynt' is in Welsh, and
The name 'Danse des Lames' is in French :)

Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sleek, translucent electric-blue twin swords crashed against a white sword.

Dduwies Corwynt, eighteen, was currently training with her mother, Cleddyf y Corwynt. Cleddyf took a step back and laughed. "As usual, you are improving every minute," she said to her daughter, her eyes twinkling, "And as usual, Dad was right about you being a goddess." She smiled sadly. Dduwies knew her Dad died long ago. She sighed and put down her swords. "Mum, you swore never to talk about him ever again," Dduwies said. "Let's eat."

Cleddyf came out of the kitchen with rice, roast chicken and spinach. She set the marble table and sat down, waving Dduwies over. Roast chicken again... Dduwies sighed inwardly and sat at her favourite chair. Cleddyf flinched, as she always did whenever Dduwies sat at that particular chair. She tried not to show it, though. So Dduwies never questioned it.

She should have, after she sat and started eating her meal.

She should have, for it was linked with her father.

She should have, because a thousand spikes pierced her body.

"DDUWIES!!!"

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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Her eyes fluttered open. Feeling the cloth around her, she immediately registered the sound of machines beeping and realised she was in a hospital. Frantically, she pulled the sheets aside, only to realise that she had on no clothes except a simple bath robe. Also, she saw how severe her injuries were, all the holes on her leg. She twisted around to check her back and there were slightly bigger holes. She decided that the sheets stay on her.

She leaned back into her pillow and sighed. Just then, the door flew open and Cleddyf flew to her daughter's side. "I'm sorry," she wailed, "I didn't know the chairs were spiked. It was probably someone who had something against your father!" She added, her eyes suddenly glinting with fury. Dduwies squeezed her eyes together, tight. All she heard next was windows crashing, and then metal being hit against a surface. And then bones cracking and someone screaming. And then the heavy sound of a body falling to the ground.

Who screamed? Was it her?

Who got hit in the skull? Was it her mother? Or was it...