DEUS EX MACHINA
Chapther 1: Flesh and Bone
Ryeon stood before the large mannequin, letting her sword thrust foreward into the cool winter air. Taking a firmer grip on the hilt of the large sword she bit her lower lip as her arm began to shake violently under the weight of the metal and wood. She let out a slight groan, as the blade began to dive downward - she couldn't hold the weapon any longer: quickly, within a flash Igniea dove forward immediatly supporting Ryeon's arm. He sighed as he helped her. With every move his robes creased and Ryeon's secondhand armor clanked.
"Hold the sword up Rye'." Flashing a sympathetic smile in her direction he looked back to her weak blue eyes, she looked in rather unmotivated.
"Master," her voice had a hint of bitterness to it. She turned away from Igniea and shoved the sword into the mannequin. They watched the sack tear open; innocent strands of hay fell to the grass at Ryeon's feet. Turning back to him she continued: "I wish to end my training for today. If it suits you I would prefer to return to my chamber." The bitterness seemed to have faded away, but somehow her voice became hollow as her words echoed off the courtyard walls.
Chapther 1: Flesh and Bone
Ryeon stood before the large mannequin, letting her sword thrust foreward into the cool winter air. Taking a firmer grip on the hilt of the large sword she bit her lower lip as her arm began to shake violently under the weight of the metal and wood. She let out a slight groan, as the blade began to dive downward - she couldn't hold the weapon any longer: quickly, within a flash Igniea dove forward immediatly supporting Ryeon's arm. He sighed as he helped her. With every move his robes creased and Ryeon's secondhand armor clanked.
"Hold the sword up Rye'." Flashing a sympathetic smile in her direction he looked back to her weak blue eyes, she looked in rather unmotivated.
"Master," her voice had a hint of bitterness to it. She turned away from Igniea and shoved the sword into the mannequin. They watched the sack tear open; innocent strands of hay fell to the grass at Ryeon's feet. Turning back to him she continued: "I wish to end my training for today. If it suits you I would prefer to return to my chamber." The bitterness seemed to have faded away, but somehow her voice became hollow as her words echoed off the courtyard walls.