The Demon Sword: Sorataki

Chapter 21: Scars

Natalie tumbles onto the vividly orange living room sofa with Sophie's book latched tightly to her chest. With her nervously seated both Zoey and Trisha eagerly sit opposite her further running home that she was surrounded.

"So tell me about my son, does he seem a lot like his father to you? Is he too wrapped up in his training?" Trisha started as she gently clapped both her hands together by her thighs.

"Well I just know him as-" Natalie was interrupted by Trisha mid-sentence.

"Because I was hoping that he didn't turn out like his dad too much. He did, didn't he?"

"Does my brother put fear into the hearts of his enemies like dad does?" Zoey interrupted.

Natalie a tad overwhelmed just looked back and forth at both of them not sure where to start. Thanks to her ability to hear the whispers of minds she was not only trying to sifter what they said though their mouths but what was floating around in their heads.

Thankfully she quickly found out that what they said and was they thought were pretty much in line with another. They freely spoke the first things that came to them about her which helped her ease up somewhat.

"Can you two stop talking about me as if I'm not here?" Andrew said as he leant on the door frame of the living room with an unamused face.

Natalie silently looks at Andrew for assistance which he picked up on loud and clear.

"Hey, kiddo," Flynn said as he greeted himself into the room. "I'm a knight also so maybe I can help answer some questions about your brother's upbringing as one." He looks back to Andrew with a glimmering nod indicating that he will try and cover him in damage control.

Andrew relaxes his shoulders with a light sigh which beckoned his mother to question his reaction. Andrew tucking his hands in his pockets shrugged indifferently before turning off towards the kitchen.

"I'll make everyone some tea or something." He spoke up as his steps could be heard across the wooden floor.

"Did you also train under my dad as well?" Zoey said fully invested in Flynn's last response.

Flynn just chuckled before looking out the nearest window. The blinds sent a fine net of sunlight though in a cascading streak. The light caught the fragments of dust in the air in a displaying a sort of magical spectacle.

"Oh no, I young lady trained under the splendour of the sun," Flynn said with a booming sense of pride.

"You're being silly!" Zoey chuckled.

"But I swear I tell the truth!" Flynn played up his tone as if a dramatic performer on stage. "It is the nature and nurture that determines one's elemental powers as a knight."

"He probably means that he taught himself every morning or something," Andrew called out from the kitchen.

Knowing that it was no simple feat to even become a reliable knight under supervision yet alone training oneself Andrew found a new gear of respect for him humbling.

"A knight is born from the building of our chi or 'life force' through rigorous training. That energy is then converted through a medium to tune into the elements of the planet. That's why all knights have a weapon, it's like there antenna to tune into the frequency of the world's elements."

"I would not have thought you were so informed just by looking at you," Andrew said sarcastically whilst coming in with two steaming cups of tea.

"Well, when you've been around Sophie for as long as I have you tend to pick up a few things," Flynn said.