Her breath caught when she saw him, which surprised her slightly. Her pulse started to move faster and faster. It was similar to the rush she felt in a fight, only more intimate.
The boys met in the center of the ring and touched blades signaling a fair fight.Then they seperated to opposite sides of the rign. The boy she'd first seen had black hair, which hung aroud his eyes in a tumble of curls. It was slightly longer than most boys kept their hair, but on him it was endearing. His eyes were dark, but she was too far in her hideaway to to tell the color. He was tall and well built, and beautiful was the only word she could use to describe him.
The fight began and the smaller blonde boy ran forward. Aralynn began imagining she was in the fight, watching his hand positions, the way his body tilted, trying to calcualte his move.
'He's going to aim high, duck and his legs will be open. Strike there.' Aralynn thought to herself. The black haired boy saw what he was moving to do and ducked striking the flat of the blade to his opponents shins.
"Guard yourself Jon! You left yourself wide open!" the black haired boy said to the student she supposed was Jon.
"Yes Captian!" Aralynn chocked on air,
'Captian?!?!' Aralynn gaped at him, ' Surely not, he couldn't be more than nineteen.' Only two years older than herself.
Aralynn watched the training long after many of them had gone to their rooms to eat and change. Even after the Captians' opponent had left her remained on the feild running through drils, practicing different strokes.The sun was sinking down and Aralynn remembered she was supposed to be at dinner at sundown. Quickely she shifter her body to jump off her tangle of branches. Her dress snagged onto a branch, she lost her balance and fell to the earth with a cry of surprise. The boy turned twoard the sound,
"Hello? Are you all right?" He asked and started twoards her. Without thinking she jumped to her feet and ran. Looking down at her dress she saw a long rip up her left leg, Thankfully it helped her run, until her foot snagged on it and she tripped. Blowing her hair out of her face she sighed.
' Dresses are the Devil. She got up and kept going not turning to notice as the boy watched her run away and not noticing shed lost a yellow slipper.
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In the Darkness of the Night
Fantasía"And so with this blood i shall taint that which the Angel has given you, and ban you from the realms of Hevean and Hell. For none but thos who are purely Satans own may enter the gates of Hell. But only those of Gods creation may seek the wonder of...
