[9 Years ago]
[Galadriel]
Defeat. It was a feeling he was not unfamiliar with, though this humiliation was only shared with one other bout in his past. He remembered it so clearly; he was but ten winters old.
The training grounds were a vast space, with a number of training dummies lined up on one side and different sections outlined for various methods of training. Structures containing equipment were scattered about, and all around, spars erupted with basic training from physical exercise to archery practice and more. The atmosphere was charged with activity.
However, young Lukas could not pay attention to what was around him.
"Gah!" As he fell on his rear, pain shot through his body, the bruises and scratches stinging more. Dressed in a simple white tunic with black trousers and boots, his attire was as damaged as his body.
