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The Citidel Saga; no refrence to Pokémon, letting you know
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Feon Feb 15 2007, 04:30 PM Post #1
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Chapter 1

"Now Zvall, I want you to try and cleave the blade upward, into an arc motion, alright?"

"Yes sir, I understand."

Einel watched as his partner attacked the straw training dummy, his brow glistening with sweat. Zvall let out a panicked cry, he had not swung the way he wanted too, and had lodged his sword into the wooden pole that was holding up the dummy.

"Nice one Zvall, you're really doing horribly, you know that, right?"

"Go to hell Ein. I don't need you to chastise me! Just, leave me alone!"

Their master, Lord Hubert turned to them, a look of utter discord passed along his smooth, regal features.

"Boys! Enough of this. Einel, you can go and practice in the woods be back by noon. Zvall, I know you can do it, really, you just don't have the correct motion, let me help you!"

Ein still stood there, dumbstruck. So Zvall's father was a lord and Ein's wasn't. Big deal, who really cared, Ein was still much better than Zvall, wveryone knew it.

Ein's father, Yagon was a serf, who had earned his freedom by showing his skills with a blade. Yagon was immediately signed up for the country of Ti'Loar's army. He had come back a hero, killing hundreds of foes. But, a lord still held a higher position than a hero, it was just common knowledge. Especially, if that hero had once been a serf.

Hubert noticed that Ein still stood there, leaning against a tree.

"You fool, get into the woods! Little ingrate, I ought to hang you by your feet."

Muttering a string of inaudible curses, Hubert headed over to help Zvall, who was now missing the target every time he swung.

Ein unsheathed his blade and started to cut himself a path into the woods. The thick underbrush scraped at his legs, and drew blood from his arms. After reaching a clearing with a small brook running through it, Ein stopped for a rest.

He sat back and held up his blade so that he could clean it off. He wiped away the vines and sticks, ad the occasional drop of blood. He admired his blade in the morning sunlight, it was truly beautiful.

It was made of solid steel, forged far away in Cricion. The hilt of the double-edged sword was studded with a single emerald, a powerful symbol of fortune. He rested for a while, laying down in the soft grass, until he felt a tremor in the earth.

The approaching sound of horses hooves drew nearer, bringing with it the sound of animals escaping from the old dirt path. Ein got up and gingerly and ducked behind some bushes. He saw the riders, dark-skinned Klepa, the wolf people.

Granted, they weren't actually wolves, but their brutal tendencies gave them that title. They were human, just as Ein was, along with all the others in his small village of Gilgarez. Before the Klepa could venture any closer, Ein dashed out from his hiding spot.

"Who are you, what do you want?"

The men stopped their horses and surrounded Ein, glancing around to see if there were more people with him.

"We are Füren Mercenary Squad. We come here, find man called Yagon, you know him? We wish him to help us, we give him task."

The man spoke in a harsh guttural accent, Loarian obviously wasn't his first language. Luckily Ein had trained in Klepin, so he could communicate with them in that. He spoke to them in the harsh language.

"I know the man, he is my father. I will lead you to him!"

The Klepa laughed heartily and replied in Klepin.

"Good child, now, lead us to your father, quickly."

Ein led them down the old dirt path, into the village and to his house. The men dismounted their steeds and headed inside.

End of Chapter 1
 
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