The Beginning: Training

“THWAK!” the wooden blades sounded as they came together. Vincent and another student his friend Ketyunis practiced calmly in the small courtyard of master Tredent’s. All the students had gathered and started sparring for the day Tredent critiquing them all the way. Vincent blocked a swing from ketyunis’ small blade and made a thrusting movement and stopped a fraction of an inch away from his throat. “Yield, you have been beaten.” Vincent triumphantly exclaimed. “I don’taru think so…” Ketyunis pointed out confidently looking at his sword to Vincent’s gut. “Good, Ketyunis but taking your opponent with you does not signify victory…” Tredent said from the sidelines, “Now try again you two only lets not end this in a draw, I should expect better from my two best students.” Vincent knew that he could have easily have beaten Ketyunis had his mind not been so…. distracted…. something was comming somthing big…

The Beginning: Childhood

“Vincent! come on downstairs it’s time for breakfast.” a women shouted from the 1st floor of the 2 level house.  A young black haired elvaan boy rose from his bed and stepped down yawning. he slowly worked his way over to the stairs and went down his long black hair still a tangled mess from sleeping. “Good morning mother.” he said, “Nice of you to join the living Vincent, now eat up you have practice with master tredent in an hour.” she said. “Alright,” the boy said starting to eat his meal. He had been a student of master Tredent’s since he was 5, always eager to learn the ways of the sword, and how to magic to heal wounds. Now 11 the boy hurridly rushed upstairs and grabbed his sparring sword for practice. He quickly ran downstairs and out the door towards eastern ronfaure to the training grounds master Tredent had set up. “I’ll be home around supper time mother!” Vincent called back as he ran into the peacful streets of San d’Oria. But for some reason he felt an uneasiness brewing inside of him convincing him that something was goin to happen soon…