Tonight was a perfect three moon with the deep purple planet rising from the horizon. The air was slowly becoming crisp as the season creeped to an end, bringing winter closer.
The tiny blue glowing fish swam by in the stream around my feet, the coolness of the stream kissing my feet. I closed my eyes and soaked in the feel of the damp grass between my fingers. It really was a perfect peaceful night.
This was a habit, sneaking off at dusk to the depths of the forest, where I could practice my swording skills without any one noticing. Here I could be me, be alone with my thoughts, clear my head and just think. After a session of swording I would retreat to this stream and let the coolness soothe my tired body.
My blade was meant for one hand yeild, yet to me it was heavy and I had to use two hands. I wouldn't let anyone see me try and wield a sword since it was unheard of: "You a woman, trying to weild thus sword. Bah! You get that right, and wear one of your dresses. Dance even in one. Ha!" I recalled those words the crafter uttered when I asked to buy my blade. Four months I saved to buy one. A satisfied smile covered my face as I remember the day I bought it, but it has taken me longer to master this art than I anticipated. I was too used to being able to do almost anything I put my mind to, this was one of a few things I couldn't master almost immediately.
The pink flowers of a tear bush shivered: " Amethy, Amethy! Your needed inside, where are you?"
I didn't move, hoping he wouldn't see me. Just a little while longer...
"Don't just sit there, c'mon, you know my father is impatient, and he needs you to go finish off."
Javan was the high millitant's son. Crystal blue eyes, light brown wisps of hair, he was a little taller than me but not too buff. His father had the same facial features and was considered handsome, but he had a horrible temper.
I took my blade which was lying on my lap and hid it in the stream, hoping he didn't notice. Slowly I got up and turned around, he nodded at me and left. As I made
my way to the high millitant's citadel, I felt nervousness rise in my stomach. This man struck fear in anyone's heart, and it was the third time this moon that he somehow managed to think of extra things to be done.
When I reached his study, he was sitting behind his working table bussing himself with scrolls.
"Where were you? You are supposed to attend to these." He threw a bunch of scrolls at me. "Do not dissapoint me again. I took pity on you, should you fail to keep my affairs in order again, you will realize what the life of a labourer holds."
Quickly I started putting away the scrolls in their place. His study was enormous with books and scrolls everywhere. At the large window was big drapes velvet red. A telescope infront of the glass door opening to the balcony. After some time he put down his feather, glanced at me and got up. "Make sure these are ready for me in the morn." I looked at the pile he pointed to and sighed, this would take me till dawn. My labours in his household was to attend to all his business affairs, sending scrolls, writing letters, neating up his study and all else he could think of. When he felt generous and high in spirits he would teach me, about stars, the world, our peoples other peoples, animals.
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FantasyA fateful night rips everthing familiar from Amethy and forces her to go on a journey of self discovering... Amethy is a labourer in the household of the well respected high militant. Javan the militant's son always the silent watcher observing from...