As the years passed and I grew my muscles firms and my confidence boosted. I was no longer a girl that would cower. After I learned all there was to teach me Mr.Croix, the owner of the fight ring, started me onto weapons.
We walked into this tiny shop located not far from the orphanage with this funky guy manning the cash register. This place was crazy clean on the inside which led me to believe the outside was suposed to be misleading. The store was filled with mismatched shelves that were placed randomly on the wall. The wacky shelves were filled with all kinds of bladed weapons, armour, and weights. A walked around slowly getting a feeling of humbling smallness surrounded by so many things that could kill. When choosing a weapon I handled many that did not fit right with my build. Finally after hours of exhausting work we came across the Katana.
It was light enough to and short enough for a girl with my build to weild comfortably. The overall shape made me feel protected, safe. It was a beautiful piece of forging just sitting on the wall for me to grab and cherish.
"Is this the one?", Da- Mr,Croix said. He had this amused smile on his face. I wonder if he recognised the feelings in me as the same ones he felt when choosing a weapon.
"Yes", I replied breathlessly. I can't help but feel that this weapon would mean the world to me in the future.
Mr.Croix payed for my new weapon and found a old Chinese man to instruct me in the way of the warrior. Don't let his wrinkled hunched over figure fool you he can cause a lot of pain and he's as quick as a whip.
Quickly my training began and I spent four hours a day in the Gym. Sometimes just barely having enough energy to walk home. The Kahana fascinated me more than anything ever had. The sleekness of the metal and the gentle curve enamored me. I had this thought one day. What if I made my own? In the years past Mr. Croix had grown to see me as a daughter so my farfetched thought was quickly acknowledged and fullfilled. I learned how to forge knives, swords, horseshoes, and basically anything metal you can think of. I excelled at Blacksmithing even more than I did at fighting.The entire process had quickly and efficiently made me it's slave.
The Katana and forging combined kept me busy for a couple years. Later I got interested in survival skills and languages. Which meant I learned those too. I was taught how to live in the wild,skin animals, and set traps. I learned multiple languages. French, Sign language, Dutch, and German particularly fascinated me.
I later earned that the need I felt with learning these particular things was because of the Valar. They wanted me to be prepared for what was about to happen.
Remember when I said I was accepted and Mr.Croix's Daughter? He wished for me to be taught as one of his daughters would be taught. So I learned Dancing, Etiquette, Manipulation, and Music. My favorite put of all of them was the music part of my learning. The instruments and singing let me let out all of the locked away emotions. Dancing was after that with the graceful moves and needed flexibility. I was soon able to get both feet above my head and hold it there.I also noticed my fighting ability increase because the flexibility made it easier to dodge.
Sorry these are so short I know I get mad when writers spend a huge amount of time on the back story so I tried to keep it short. The rest will be longer...I hope.