The burden of destiny

the beginning

10 years ago

( head of guards)- all right get those bums of the ground and head to the stations! chose your weapons! every man for themselves!

I barely pic my self off from the ground after staying in plank for a good amount of time, I know my muscles will ache afterwords. welcome to the training grounds, where us guards are in constant torment and torcher, may it be the higher up ranks or the stupid amongst our selves. I rush to the weapons lade out to get a sword unfortunately my appoint steels it at the last moment luckily for me I spot an axe two steps behind my appoint and before he gets a chance to strike I push him back with my shoulder and take the axe thus our brole began. you know being a guard is hared. Like its not already hard doing our training on a daily basis we are forced to do so in the heavy rain at the break of dawn, and the mud slipring and sticking to my boots only drives my point further that being a guard in training sucks!

-ohhff

a blow to the face is apparently my opponents favorite thing to do since he does it every minute, that or he's just jealous of my features.

me- you know there are better limes you can use except your fists to create a substantial blow, one that could land me on the ground...

he charges at me with his sword and the determination to win. and with our sword's clashing he said

- yah like what?!

as I contain my eye contact and a smirk on my lips,

- like this.

I swiftly raise my knee landing a good blow to his groin, he almost instantly falls to the ground. just as I was about to take his sword and teach him a lesson or two, I hear a familiar voice laughing

-ahhhh

forget about it I can ruffle his feathers the next time I find him in the corridors alone, I rush to the sorce of the voice. just as I suspected. I don't get it why is he always pared up with one of the biggest and strongest men, the boy is barely half his size. goes to show that becoming a guard is no easy task. I garbed my ax and with the back of it strike my opponent from behind, he instantly falls to the ground.

- why did you do that for? I had every thing under control.

said the boy from on the ground covered in mud.

- yah from on the ground you defiantly had every thing under control, you have the body of a girl and clearly there pride as well I just saved your life, Edward here has brutally beatn up twelve fighters, ones mined you twice your size.

I guess I didn't realize I was speaking so loudly cuz half of the fighters were looking at me.

( one of the fighters)- what are you dilutional Lucian? the man's the same size?...

I was about to tell him that he's definitely blind cuz there is no way in hell the boy on the ground in front of me isn't 5 feet 6 at max. sadly i was interrupted by the head of guard's.

- alright that's enough training for now. you can all leave, go take a shower or some thing fill your belles, trainings will continue after three. Me and the rest of your mentors halve some meetings we must tend to until then, get lost! scatter!

after that little whole some speech, I decided not to make a seen and leave for home. we usually don't get lade off until at least 11 but it was currently 9:30, trainings last for about 6 hours on a good day ,must be some important meeting. perhaps a meeting with the generals and guards perhaps even some the knights will attend . I can'nt wait the day I can finally be apart of it, and even though I know that being a guard will never amount to becoming a knight its the closest the son of a blacksmith will ever get. at my state even becoming a guard is much to ask for especially since my family carry no title what so ever but merely the fact that a Duke of some sort owed my father a great deal, what that deal is I have not a clue. I'm simply glad to resave my training no matter how difficult they make it. I lose my train of thought at the site of my friend Jasper on my way home,