The sound of ringing steel rang throughout the forest. The songs of the birds fell into a sudden silence; the chipmunks stopped chattering, and everything held its breath even the wind waiting to see what was going to happen.

The man who had drawn the blade was roughly six foot and muscular. Savn who had been drawing a falcon looked up. Well this is different. He thought wirily. The man had the eyes of a predator looking down on his prey. Seems kind of cocky. Savn looked up at him calmly ignoring the slender blade in the man's hand. I'm glad I had Damon leave. He would have ran at him at full speed for bearing a blade at me.

"You will die today I swear it," The man said in a menacing tone. "What do you say about that?" He spat. Sighing Savn got up and placed his sketchbook gently on the ground, and dusted off his hands.

"May I ask what offence I did to you?"

"You still live." Was the only response Savn could gleam from him. This should be quick. Savn thought wary.

"Well then take your best shot."

The man charged at him with inhuman speed swinging his blade down in an ark. Sidestepping him easily Savn drew his own twin swords and waited for the man's next move. The man's face was twisted into a snarl that was more fit on an animals face than a man's. "How dare you mock me!?" Savn merely looked at him his expression that of indifference; he had become Fate's agent. He smirked suddenly. "If you leave now you can keep your life, attack again and you will die." He said his voice devoid of any emotion.

The man only gave a bitter laugh and charged again. Savn dropped his blades, and jumped flipping over the man's head. When he landed, he faced him. "Don't say I didn't warn you." Savn ran head first at the man. Before he reached him, he snatched up one of his blades and ran it through the man's heart. Blood ran down the blade over Savn's hand. One hundred and sixteen men killed by my hand not in war. This man was no different. Removing his blade Savn cleaned it off with the man's shirt. Might as well search him and see if I can find anything important. After a thorough search, Savn had nothing. A merc wonder who sent him. On the other hand, was this revenge personal? What should I do with the body? Savn thought looking around. Nowhere to hide him... guess I have no choice. Savn reflected resigned taking his hand he put it on the man's chest, and let his hand burst into a blue flame. He watched as the flame devoured the man's flesh hungrily. When all was said and done, he inspected the area to make sure he didn't miss anything. "So I can call flame." He mused quietly to himself.

"Hey what's going on?" Savn looked up to see his brother and Iris coming.

"Nothing just practicing." Savn replied picking his swords up and sheathing them again. Silently he walked back to where he had been drawing and resumed.

"You alright?" Damon asked concerned.

"I'm fine," Savn said looking up at his brother. "I got bored so I practiced."

"Alright glad to hear you're doing well," Damon said smiling. Just then, Savn felt a prickle in the back of his neck. I'm being watched. It doesn't matter though I don't sense any hostile intentions.

"So father decided to test him."

"He could have died!"

"Relax my brother's the best," Destiny replied unalarmed. So you haven't forgotten any of your skills good. It really is entertaining to watch you grow up. "He never missed a step he'll me fine."

"If you say so," Fate responded critically. "But if he dies..." He left the rest of the sentence go unfinished.

Destiny laughed. "Father wouldn't let him. His skills are too valuable to waste," Destiny's tone turned serious. "Besides you saw how he fought his instincts are razor sharp. There has yet to be a battle that he has lost."

"I know that, but still to much too soon-"

"Fate have you learned nothing by watching Savn? He's worked countless of jobs for you, yet you continue to worry over him like a mother over her first-born! Chill will you?" Destiny said cutting Fate off. "Trust me he'll be fine he has too many reasons to live to die right here. Besides father cursed him; he'll never die permanently he'll only be reborn again if he dies," Destiny finished the last part in a whisper. She looked t the pond watching her brother draw. I wonder if he understands the meaning behind the birds he draws probably not at least not yet.

"Why was he cursed?"

"He failed. Just once, but the result of that failure was our sister's life."