Story Excerpts

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I'm bored, so I think I'll post random parts of my story here. Let me just say that it's unedited first of all. Yeah... so go ahead. Read.

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“Let me learn!” A girl of sixteen years of age put her hands into a begging position as she stood in front of her father. Her long blonde hair was silky and her skin was pale. Her eyes were grey and dark as she argued with her father the king.

Her father, Aleron Tyre, was a broad-chested man of vast age. His hair was brown, but fading with age as was the beard on his face. His eyes were a pale blue that looked at his daughter sternly. “Fable, I cannot allow you to learn how to fight with a sword. It is just not needed for a lady as yourself,” he said placing a hand on her head.

“A lady as myself? Father! You cannot refuse to allow me to learn on such basics as that!” Fable argued throwing her hands up.

“I am your father, I have every right to not allow you to learn,” he said straightening up.

“That’s not fair—”

“Life isn’t fair, you know that lesson well,” he said interrupting her.

Her grey eyes glared at his darkly before she looked down. “Why can’t you allow me to even learn a little bit?”

“Fable, once you start learning it, you won’t want to stop,” he said. “Now, do not speak of this again.”

Fable glowered at him, but knew a dismissal when she heard one. She’d learn how to fight with a sword somehow, somehow she would.

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Excerpt 2

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It took some time, but Fable finally found him. He was sitting on a bench sharpening his sword. He glanced at her before going back to his task.

“What? No hello?” she asked as she stood in front of him.

He looked up languidly and set down his sword. “I didn’t realize that the one girl welcoming crew also does check ups,” he said. He didn’t wait for her retort and instead said, “If you’re going to be asking me to teach you, don’t bother asking. The answer is still no.”

“No?” Fable snarled. She then acted without thinking by drawing her sword. The sound of steel striking against steel reached her ears and she had to hold the hilt with both hands. She looked at him to see that he had somehow picked up his sword and blocked her attack, of which she was starting to think was a stupid move to make.

It seemed even more stupid when he looped his sword around hers and took it out of her hold. It fell to the ground harmlessly a few feet away.

He then pointed his sword tip at her throat and she froze. “Attacking an experienced swordsman when you yourself have no experience at all,” he said his voice low.

Fable cringed slightly expecting the worst, only to gasp when she heard what he said next.

“Impressive. You’re not so spoiled after all,” he said smirking. He lowered his sword and placed it back into its sheathe. “Alright then, I’ll teach you.”

She let out a breath of relief at having the sword away and grinned. “Thank you. I’m Fable Tyre,” she put out her hand and the hand that gripped hers was strong and callous.

“Kale Drake,” he said. He released the grip he had on her hand and went over to her sword. He picked it up and handed it, hilt first, to her. “It’s a nice sword, fine workmanship. Has it a name?”

Fable took her sword and was about to sheathe it when he asked her a question she had never considered before. “Hm, I’m not sure. Should I name it?”

“Not right away you don’t. Many swordsmen, and swordswomen,” he added with a grin. “don’t name their swords until they feel the time is right. So, no, you don’t have to name it at the moment.”

Fable was grinning when she heard a whistling noise coming from her right. She didn’t know what it was until Kale had pulled her away and she noticed a dagger where she had previously been standing.

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