Months had passed since that night with Amie, the days had gone by in the usual way classes continued, my brother and I learned more skills from mother and father improving on our simplest techniques to more complex.
The only thought through my mind was Amie we had become close to each other over the past months, we sat near each other in class studied together in the library, now and then Varak would butt in with his usual stories about gravball he seemed put out by the fact we virtually ignored him on most occasions.
On this occasion, it was just him and me ‘ow’ I moaned ‘that was hard you know, this is practice, not actual combat’ I rub my arm we were using training swords made of wood and going through a series of basic style our father taught us to learn
‘Your mind drifted off, and it’s a standard pattern you should have been able to foresee the next move,’ Varak said in a slightly aggressive tone I could sense him getting frustrated with me.
‘Sorry Varak I can’t help it,’ I smiled back
‘Let me guess’ he raised his sword in the start position, Varak struck forward from over his head where he could get the most momentum, I parried easily sending a left-to-right cut across his center ‘Amie is on your mind’ he thrust forward in a straight jab to throw me off…
