*Clash of swords* "You won't win this time, Denin." Tristin shouted while thrusting his weight against his swords at mine.
"As if." I snickered. I let go of the pressure between swords and dodged his attack to which he fell to the ground.
"Ooof!" he stumbled and quickly got back up again. Then with a swift move, Tristin advanced towards me and I answered back by deflecting it back. Then I took a quick glimpse at the clock tower in the near distance and realized the time. 10:22. Oh shoot! I'm late to mother's conference. I swing my sword away from me making Tristin's sword fly across the room.
"I should better be going now, Tris." I turned my back at him. Silent steps were following me as I headed to put my sword away. "Oh come on Tris. You could have thought of something more original than going against my back like this." I turned myself to put a sword at him.
"I said let's stop for the day."
"Your mother, I'm guessing?" he raised an eyebrow.
"You know it, Tris. The weekly conference meetings that are oh 'so important to this country'."
"Man, she needs to lay back on all these meetings. What do you guys even talk about in that room?"
"Oh, nonsense on political matters and taxes." I smiled and walked away putting my sword at it's stand and walking into the hallway.
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The Azure Savior
FantasyIn one kingdom of Lemuria, were it's weak and tactless rulers. It had once thrived, till war came upon Grinard, weakening it's kingdom and people. Then one ruler came to rise, the late king's brother, Leord Grinard. He had believed that with his pl...
