His Eyes Are Unwavering

by dastaes

A young boy practices his moves.

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With Eyes Unwavering

His eyes are unwavering, his hands steady, his form perfect. He steps with a practiced grace across the stone floor. His arm falls in a swift arc as he turns, only the sound of displaced air in his ears. And now for the final….

"Practicing your dancing again, Brother?"

The young boy turns to smile ruefully at the form lurking between his bedchamber's doorposts.

"Of course. Always."

"The things you study, I am sure I will never understand."

The door closes once again locking him in stillness and silence. Faramir raises his arm high, the imagined steel of a magnificent blade glinting in sunlight. His eyes are unwavering, his hands steady, his form perfect.

"And now for the final…strike!"

My first story. My first very short story. I can accept criticism but please be gentle. Thanks.