As the days passed, I slowly became more open, more talkative, but still quiet nonetheless.
I trained with the help of the man who took me in, and my sword skills improved significantly as the years passed.
Rian schooled me even, teaching me everything I needed to know.
Despite never speaking of the tragedy that took place, he took me in, and treated me as if I was family.
His daughter, Abigale, did not want to be near me at first, but with time, she saw me as her own brother.
I may have been grateful, but I never forgot the pain I felt, nor the vow I made.
He sat at a wooden table, a book in his hand that wore a black glove without fingers. His hair remained swept back, and his eyes narrow as they scan the pages of the book.
A brown haired girl tugged on his long, black coat. "Vergil, let's go. Dad said he'd let you train me while he's sick!" She said wit an annoyed tone in her voice.
Vergil's blue eyes close as he shut the book. "My apologies." the fifteen year old said before standing.
Abigale, whom was only a year younger than Vergil, jumped up excitedly, her face showing how excited she was.
He approached the wall Yamato leaned against, but instead of reaching for his blade, he reached for a practice blade with a gray sheath and handle that was the same style as Yamato before walking towards the door. "Let's go."
The girl rushed to get a practice blade, grabbing the first one she saw. She then rushed out the door, chasing after Vergil.
The breeze blew Vergil's black coat while he closed his eyes, holding his sword with both hands. "Don't be afraid. Strike." he spoke to the girl.
Abigale slowly nodded, and came at him with a slow, sloppy swing from her practice blade.
Vergil quickly stepped aside, opening his eyes, and popped her on the back with his sheathed blade as she passed by him. "You held back."
"Ow!" she exclaimed, feeling a small bit of pain where Vergil struck her. "I don't want to hurt you by accident."
He chuckles slightly. "You shouldn't fear that. Try again."
Abigale looked as if she was determined now. Her green eyes narrow, and she swung quickly at Vergil, who unsheathed his sword, and clashed it against her own blade.
"Better." he spoke, breaking the clash by pulling the blade back before swinging quickly, gracefully, and powerfully.
The girl held her practice sword up, but not in time. She was hit by Vergil's blade, which caused a good deal of pain to her shoulder. She quickly puts her hand over the wound, seeing herself bleed slightly.
Vergil took a step backwards, his eyes narrowing. "Use that pain as a motivator." he said in a calm voice.
Abigale's face showed a bit of anger. This made her moves easily predictable.
She swung the sword repeatedly at Vergil, missing each time as he simply dodged each strike.
Finally, Vergil hit her on the back after sheathing his sword once again, making his student fall onto the ground.
"Pathetic." He said in an insulting tone of voice.
The girl raised herself up, sitting down onto the ground after dirtying her purple clothes. Tears started to fall from her green eyes.
He looked to Abigale, seeing her starting to sob. He placed his practice blade to his side as he approached her, holding his hand out to help her up. "It wasn't bad for a beginner's attempt."
She looked up to him, moving her brown hair from her eyes. She grabbed his hand, slowly standing.
"Anger made you predictable. Work on that, and we'll try again tomorrow if Rian is still not well." He smiled very slightly.
Abigale smiled back despite the tears, nodding.
Things were peaceful as of now, but how long will it last?