Arcanian Dynasty

Memories...

"Distora, want to spar?" Aura Baal would say from His Parents' libraries doorway.a would be wearing his own set of armor. His parents could afford it of course, they Worked in Savaria. In spite of all the crime there was a lot of job opportunities. At the time I was about 10. Aura however was 12.

 "Sure, let me finish this chapter." I'd say. I'd win occasionally, but I know he was always letting me. i was determined to actually beat him. He was a Lightning Mage, and I was a Water Mage, meaning he'd always win. I closed the book, and walked to him. I gave him a blank stare, waiting him to go through. I pushed up the glasses that softly rested in the bridge of my nose. He laughed and we walked to the court yard. There I stood ready in my enchanted robes. and he stood there, in a confident stance. No matter how terrible I was he always was patient with me. We sat out in the court yard of his families private Island, and prepared ourselves. he held his own little wooden sword, and I held my own as well. I held a Rapier, or well, at least what I wished it was. and He held a Katana, Both made of wood. He offered to have mine be specially crafted, I said no, I wanted to make it, and he went along with it, and made his own too. His of course, was better than mine. 

I prepared myself, pointed the "Blade" at him, and brought it back. He put both hands on his Sword, and shifted ever so slightly, prepared for any attack. Our fighting styles were completely different. His was Fast and Powerful, Mine was Smooth and Fast. Lighting and water. On top of a nearby statue sat a little boy, Short hair, and strange freckles on his face, which is how we game him the nickname Speckles. Speckles was pale, his hair was brown, and he wasn't very bright. In spite of that, he was a very skilled Fire mage. 

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" He'd chant annoyingly. 

"Will you please quiet down." I told him, sternly

"Whatever you say misses grumpy guts." He slightly pouted. 

I shot forward, stabbing at Aura, he slashed my stab away, and I crashed into him. We both fell over and I fell on top of him. He shoved me off, and I rolled to the side. I stood up, as he did, and aimed my Rapier at him. He shrugged his shoulders, and I began slashing at him again, He blocked all my strikes, and got in close. He rammed by chest knocking the wind out of me. I fell back and tried to catch my breath. He stepped over and put his katana to my throat. 

"I win again." He sneered. 

"Yeah, yeah whatever." I brushed the hair away from my face, as I lied there, breathing heavily. 

The memory Ended with the Cell doors opening again.