Song For The Chapter; Remember To Rememberr Me by Isak Danielson
Selthía;
The training field smells like iron, sweat, and sun-warmed grass.
It is a familiar scent, one that settles deep in my bones and awakens memories. Memories of when I used to tumble in training fields, while my sister took political classes.
I pause for a moment and watch as the sword cuts through the air in sharp, precise arcs. Each strike measured yet violent… controlled yet hungry for blood.
I then stare at the young man, willing the sword.
Zethar.
He has his hair up in a bun, I'm sure he tied it in a hurry, and he seems so… alive. That light in his eyes is one that only fighting gives him.
I watch without announcing myself, and my mind marvels at how much of myself I see in him.
He moves like a storm… that learned discipline only so it could break things more efficiently.
His sword flashes, slicing the air again and again. The blade sings as it cuts, fast enough that the eye barely follows.
