Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

1. the beginning

cling- clang. cling- clang. the crashing of swords could be heard all over the place.
it was almost midday and the new soldiers had to practise. i sat upon a old barrel, watching the fighting and sweating men. usually its forbidden for civilists to enter the casern. but they made an exception for me.
i had the very luck being born as a High Lords daughter, so i was permitted to watch.
I even had the luck of having some private lessons in sword fighting. normally girls arent allowed to fight in my country, since the new King has been crowned.
but my father kept the old tradition of my clan and had me taught almost all sword techinques. but now, since he has gone to the shadowlands, the only positive thing is his last promise to let me continue.
you may now wonder why i care that much about fighting.
its not only because its my duty, or an old tradition. no. its because i feel safer with a sword. i feel that i can protect myself. i can keep people away from me.