The ride back to Royston was uncomfortably quiet. Damon’s father kept his horse a few paces ahead the entire time, and didn’t even seem to acknowledge Damon’s presence.
After a week on the trail, Damon grew tired of the silence and accelerated his horse until he was side-by-side with his father.
“You know,” Damon said. “I would expect a father would be proud to have a son who just won the most prestigious tournament in the Westlands.”
His father said nothing, and continued staring forward.
“Well, at least say something to me,” Damon said.
“Oh,” his father said. “Like you said something to me after you won? You know, I would think a student would be grateful to the teacher who gave him the skill to the win the most prestigious tournament in the Westlands!”
With that, his father kicked his horse’s side, and sped down the path.
Damon stopped, and watched, dumbfounded, as his father disappeared over the horizon.
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Dwarfslayer
FantasyDamon Dwarfslayer is an outcast among the people of Royston. His entire life amounts to nothing, until he hears the story of his legendary ancestor, the Dwarfslayer, and inherits the famed sword of the same name. Under the guidance of his father, he...
