"Come on Lucien, you have to stay focused. Are you even sure you have what it takes to keep up this vigorous training regimen of yours? Come on, little brother, your only eight years old." My brother, Fergus, says, helping me up off the floor.
"I have to, I want to be like you and father when I get older. I want to protect everyone I love and care about someday. You and father have fought for our family for years, and I want to do the same." I replied.
Fergus hands me my training sword and takes up a defensive position. I ready myself and charge in. The sound of the wood connecting from our swords echo through the chamber. I use my nimble body, and acrobatics to move swiftly around the floor.
Fergus is either holding back or I'm actually improving, as he is having a hard time landing hits this time around. I flank Fergus and go for his back, moving swiftly and quietly. Fergus is keeping to his defensive stance, as he always does. This time, I'm just a little bit quicker. I get in close and land a well placed slash to his lower back, right over his kidney.
I, quickly, slip back into the shadows and reposition myself. Fergus is now on full alert. I wait for him to stop searching, before I hit him from the shadows. This precedes up til it's Time for dinner.
"Lucien, you have the makings for a great rogue, but we still need to work on your warrior training. But for now we'll continue to work on your stealth arts." Fergus say, as we finish our training session.
Fergus kept his word, over the course of the next few years, we trained the hell out of my rogue abilities, everything from stealth to archery to poison and trap making. I had just turn twelve when Fergus had started training me in the way of the warrior. It took me a few years to get the training regimen to fit both warrior and rogue training but, eventually, I did.
By the time I was sixteen, I had trained my core abilities, strength, dexterity, charisma, willpower to the point of my limits and then keep training. And at the end of the day, I didn't have a bit of problem going to sleep.
By the time I was eighteen, my abilities matched that of the wardens of legend. I had the strength on an bear, the stealth of a snake, the cunning of a fox, the dexterity of a raccoon, the willpower of a monk and the constitution that would make any man wish he were me.
I'm now in my twenties, twenty-five to be exact. And this is where my journey begins.
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Dragon Age: The Tale of Lucien Fang
Fantasythis is my version of the dragon age series, as told through a real life perspective. Lucien Fang, a human Noble, spent most of his life, since a very young age, training. most of his life has been dedicated to training and honing his abilities as a...
