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Descriptions. Yes, I am that type that tends to focus and ramble on detailed descriptions. But I just want to let you readers out there see what I imagine through words best I can.

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Christina's P.O.V.


"Yay!"

I was finally going to learn to be a real knight. How exciting!

Malory espied our swords in awe. "Nice choices. Those were the swords of some of the best knights in all of Avalon."

I grinned. "You know I have good taste."

"Shall we begin?" Destiny interrogated.

Malory nodded guiding us back outside to the courtyard.

He challenged, "Who will be first to learn the way of the sword?"

"Me!" I declared excitedly.

I couldn't wait to impress him with my excellent swordsmanship. Sure I had never actually used a sword before, but I must have the natural talent! I'm Christina for Sir Lancelot's sake!

Malory hesitated. "Okay, come here."

I stepped forward.

"En garde!" He flung his sword towards me without warning.

I jumped out of the way, but almost dropped my sword in surprise. Every slight movement of my sword make its decorative jewels glisten all over the place in the daylight. Malory used one of his hands to shield the blinding light pointing at his direction for a split second at his face. If I weren't accustomed to wearing such dazzling jewelry regularly, I would be doing the same. I came up with an idea. Staring back at the reflection of my wide, shiny, silver blade, I gazed back at myself firmly in the eye.

"You can do this."

Malory recuperated quickly and edged closer with his pointy edge sword. I gripped mine tighter, ready to put my plan in action. But I had my hesitations.

"Are you sure I won't hurt you?" I asked uneasily.

Malory came to reassure me temporarily, patting me on the back like a comrade. "Trust me."

He backed up and readied his stance. I imitated it easily before directing my sword towards him. He quickly blocked the blow. Our swords clashed together, and I felt my whole body quiver in shock.

"Ow..."

My sword weighed heavily in my hands. Though I was determined to prove that I could be a knight, and I got over the feeling as quickly as I could. I aimed the brilliant rays of the hilt's jewels of my sword to Malory. At first, he faltered and back away, but he caught on easily, to the point of expecting my next move. He flew around me quickly to avoid my slow aim.

"Never use the same trick more than once on the same adversary," he advised me, after creating the first small scrape on my shoulder blade plate. "I catch on quite quickly, and so will your future opponents if you keep that up."

I did use that blinding method a lot, and with that routine quickly getting old, I had no strategy to back myself up. Malory easily gained up on me as I lacked knowledge on defensive maneuvers. He marked my armor with quite a few light scratches in less than a minute. Soon enough, I got extremely exhausted, dragging such a heavy weapon and swinging it carelessly.

"I think-" I panted. "I think it's Destiny's turn."

"Okay. Are you up for the challenge?" he vied, with a baleful tint in his eyes unlike when he dueled me.

Destiny shot back a glare at him, trying to mimic his stance and clutching her sleek sword with one hand since it wasn't fit for two.

What's going on between those two? I cogitated for the first time. Destiny has such a caring, gentle heart while Malory has a spirited and noble soul. Why don't they get along? Have they always been like this?

Destiny glanced back at me with worried eyes, took a deep breath and tried to relax her tensed muscles. I gave her two thumbs up to encourage her. She must have lost her confidence because it evidently showed in her slacking posture.

Turning back to Malory, she admitted with uncertainty, "As ready as I'll ever be…"

She was honestly better than me. I knew that she strolled in the nearby villages from time to time and had seen knights fighting villains more than I had, but it didn't make sense to me that she was so good! She was the last person I'd expect to be skilled in sword fighting. Then there was me... I had studied those knights so much, and had always dreamed of becoming one of them for ages… but I failed on my first try. Maybe that's where I went wrong. I just blindly assumed I'd be a master, while Destiny didn't raise her bar so high, if at all.

Malory must have underestimated her as well. She swung her sword quickly, and he blocked with his strong stance secured, surprised that her flimsy, nimble sword was actually sturdy and strong. Taking matters more seriously, he directed his sword forcefully at her, and she blocked it with ease then countered the attack with a twirl. The cycle seemed to go on forever. They were evenly matched. I worried for them both since Destiny was huffing and puffing since the beginning of the duel while Malory was sweating so heavily that it started seeping through the thin rifts of his glimmering armor. Soon, it started to get dark, and we called it quits.

I'll admit it now. I wasn't very good starting out. Malory beat me like, a gazillion times for days on end. It took me weeks to actually get the concept of sword fighting, but eventually, I did. I could feel myself getting better. I blocked more hits rather than just having to dodge, and I eyed my opponent, and not just because he was totally cute! I studied his every move, noticing how he played offense more than defense, using that to my advantage. I'd attack when he'd least expect it, unprepared to defend himself. But every time, I wouldn't take advantage of those chances to make my mark on him and win the duels. Always second guessing, Malory would take those opportunities lightly make a score on my armor with his gigantic sword in the middle of my doubts.

"You'd be dead by now if you hesitated like that," Malory kept reminding me, before walking away victorious every time.

I learned to polish my new set of armor so the scratches wouldn't show. If I didn't do so, I'd probably have at least one scar on every metal plate by now. Malory wasn't the only one I practiced fighting with. I challenged Destiny in our secret training room every so often. She'd always refuse, so I'd have to start the fight. As if she was expecting my first blows, she'd block without even facing me at lightning speed! Every time I'd duel her in the cluttered room, she'd multi-task, pushing the furniture out of the way with one arm while blocking my crazy blows with the other. Once she'd finish and turn her full focus to me, her skills seemed to have disappeared, with me victorious. I wasn't sure whether she was intentionally letting me triumph or if that was just another weird aspect about her… Either way, it did cheer me up to finally prevail after countless defeats against Malory. A month later, I had decided I finally knew enough about fighting to actually start fighting for real.

I just woke up one morning and declared to Destiny, "Let's get the Knights of the Silver Rose together and beat up bad guys!"

"Um… At the moment it's just you and me..."

"Oh. Yeah..."

"We better start recruiting. Do you know anyone… trustworthy?"

I thought for a moment. "Hmm… I have a couple of old friends!"

"Like who?"

"Remember Savannah Rose, Genevieve Silver, and Genevieve's little brother Andrew?"

Destiny frowned. "But I thought this was an all girl's knights club?"

I grinned. "Maybe we can make some exceptions…"


Genevieve's P.O.V.


The plains were as steaming hot as the heat in a desert. The Wild Forest was just a few steps away, with it's towering trees producing shade, but I didn't dare want to step near that unpredictable area. I sighed in exasperation, and wished I hadn't already drank all my water from my canteen.

I called for my little brother. "Andy!"

"What now Genna?" Andy panted, catching up to me.

His droopy hooded, true sapphire eyes looked up to my matching ones. He had gold blond hair in a bowl cut. Unlike his hair, mine was extremely long, tied back into a three stranded braid. Aside our hairstyles and our age difference, me being twelve and him being only nine, he was pretty much a reflection of me, only boy version. We both had slightly pointed chins, honey colored skin, thin brows, soft, thin, cream colored lips, and small noses.

"I think we're almost there..." I informed him, fiddling around with my golden braid. "I hope..."

"Yay! I can't wait to get to Avalon!"

About an hour later, we finally made it to Abbey Road which was where the castle was situated. I sighed with relief. We finally made it. I fell onto the grassy ground in defeat after failing unwrinkle my cloudy blue robe and Andy's baggy denim trousers and plain, sky blue tunic just to look presentable for the King. The sun beamed down on my golden blonde hair. Andy rested on a tree stump, taking off his black boots and wiggling his toes under his dirty brown socks. As soon as I closed my eyes, I picked up a strange growling noise. Andy heard it as well.

"Bear!" he yelped, hiding behind the stump he previously sat on.

I bolted upright, and looked around. Soon enough, I spotted a fluffy, furry brown bear coming out of the plantation. It actually looked kind of cute as it reminded me of Andy's stuffed bear. I would have been tempted to pet it if only it wasn't growling at me and my brother. It stood on its hind legs like a human, but that only make it appear twice my size! Nearby, I caught a glimpse of a sword with a blade two thirds of my height, a silver hilt, and a round, blue, lapis gemstone on the handle just lying on the ground.

What is that doing there?

The bear edged closer.

"Stop!" I halted, wielding the sword with both hands.

The bear made a shocked whimper and backed away.

I lowered my head to the ground guiltily. If she's not going to her me, I won't hurt her.

Something told me that the bear was a girl. I let the bear get away, then checked on my brother. As I helped him put on his boots back, I could tell that he was still a bit edgy, but he was unharmed, and that was all that mattered.

"We need to get to the castle."

He nodded slowly. I left behind the sword on the stump, in case its owner would remember leaving it behind. It would be noticeable there, being such a huge weapon. The closer we got, the more I fidgeted with my pearl bracelet my mother once handed to me. Why had King Artorius sent for me? Did I do something wrong? As I approached the castle gate, the draw-bridge lowered. Something, or someone unexpected waited for me within the castle...


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