The Knights of Merana

Prologue

A teenage boy, with tangly silver hair and blue eyes that showed confidence and arrogance, stared at his reflection in the blade in his hands.
"So, what am I supposed to do again?" He asked with confusion. Another young man sighed.The teen next to him was quite muscular, with piercing emerald orbs, blonde locks swept to the side, and a tone deep with emotion and courage, and maybe a bit of humor.

"You didn't listen to General Atria, did you? Ah, typical Surian, always dreaming about eradicating the Roghurans." The young man asked back, teasing laced in his tone.

"You didn't answer my question, Valim."

"Must I, though? When you should finally learn to pay attention? I wonder how you finished training." Valim questioned, avoiding having to answer Surian's call, but he answered anyway. "That blade you are holding in your hand is what you need to use those flames of yours. You can't just summon fire into your palms, you need something to channel that magic energy into and object. Swords just happen to be the most convenient. They're used to weaponize our magic energy and to defend ourselves. But you can use an old man's cane if you want, I think they can be useful too, I just don't think it can slice a Roghuran easily."

"Or at all," Syrian retaliated. "I knew all that anyway."

"Then why'd you ask the question in the first place?"

Surian sat quietly.

"Touché."