Powerlust

The Apprentice

The boy rushed towards his master at arms holding his sword high, he discarded his shield and swung the sword the master although unarmed the boy knew he was outmatched. The master danced backwards and pulled the sword hand to use the boys momentum against him as boy ran past him the master tripped his leg and sent the young master to the floor. « Rise Resh.» The boy grunted and rose using his wooden sword for support the master kicked the long sword and the boy found himself on the floor, again. The master kicked Resh on his chest taking his breath Resh would have yielded if it weren't for his brother he heard him laughing « Poor little brother.» The hatred for his brother gave him strength to rise he knew if it weren't for that hatred he would never rise, anger fueled by hatred for his brother gave him a reason to rise to show him he was better. He feinted low his master never expecting that tried to glance the attack using his left hand the fient happening on the opposite side misplacement of his left hand gave enough room for Resh to passby to the Masters back after he passed through he swung the sword with all his might, crack the wooden sword was broken in half the Master grunted and fell. « Master?» Resh helped the master get up. « Resh is there anything you are not telling me?» Resh hesitated for a moment and said « No, Master.»
« Well today you will be tutored in the arts of war.» The middle-aged man ushered Resh from the training ground
« Tell me about the Harbinger Resh.»
« A bandit in The Eastern Dawn times who defeated Hundred thousands of soldiers with a force of 50 men. More of an old womans tale if you ask me luring them into swamps and killing everyone else that seems true but out maneuvering them using the flexibility and speed of 50 men in open field that is madness. Killing hundreds true hundred thousand well trained soldiers. »

« Resh they are Fire - hearts an elite group of warriors that has bonded with dragons - the golden ones.» Now my master - tutor is talking nonsense Resh thought the master tutors are trained for 14 years before they can become tutors themselves. Most of them become Grand - tutors and take to themselves the training of other master - tutors that is why master - tutors were rare and only kings could afford them. The master kept babbling about the rarity and strength of these dragons he even mentioned their even rarer brother Nights - edge « Warriors with such bond with this rarer form of dragons even rarer than "golden ones" take the name " Shadow - born" -»
« Master, why are you telling me this?»
« Because, Prince Reshad I believe you're hiding something from me, his majesty your father, the whole Caesturdun the whole world. And I believe it's related to the topic I am discussing. If it is you should know one thing never trust a Jaromir or a Templar - Hunter they hunt Golden ones and Nights - edge it should at least wait for 2 weeks once it grows fully when it acquires speech and your new powers are acquired.» The master sat on a spike stone chair cushioned by smoke silk matress. « Resh those bastard from the temple control everything your father is a king by name. I know what you are tryingto say but remember on the meleé ground when the sword cracked I really felt the pain you have so much power Resh and there can't be two powers in this world « Resh those bastard from the temple control everything your father is a king just by name. I know what you are trying to say but remember on the meleé ground when the sword cracked I really felt the pain you have so much power Resh and there can't be two powers in this world» The master stood and clutched the boys shoulder « either you prevail or the temple does you are our only chance for redemption the Dragons must win.» Resh was puzzled Master - tutors never fill pain when they fight only steel through their heart kills the which they do to themselves after the 60 but Resh was amazed, to even think of causing pain to a tutor. Resh grinned and said to the master « The Dragons will prevail.»