In the small town of Aisa, to the north of Pherae a young boy with the
anxious heart dwelled. His father, Karel, once held that spirit dear before
crossing the pale line between happiness and depression. The young man was
Karlos.
His dearest and deepest desires to one day meet his father, the famed Saint of Swords. Karlos had been once told that Karel was slaughtered in a duel with another famed fighter, though Karlos had been inspired by another version of the truth.
Karla, Karel's shortly lost sister had once visited Karlos and his mother in hope of finding Karel. She had missed him and was sadly told the truth of what had happened to Karel but, what was most shocking and intriguing was the reaction Karla had to it all. Karlos can still remember Karla's sly chuckle ring through his mind like a broken record playing over and over, "You always enjoyed the shadows didn't you, brother?"
As he first heard those memorable words, Karlos felt the cold sadness of depression shatter into a million pieces almost immediately after Karla finished her somewhat mysterious sentence. Karlos' mother was dumbfounded at the sight of Karlos moving around so much as if he had springs on his feet, acting as if he was certain that he would one day find him.
Though Karla just played along and acted just as confused as his mother. But as soon as Karla had left the small house and went the small river in the tiny town the tables turned. Karla sighed before smiling warmly toward the small family of two. As she hugged Karlos's mother, a faint whisper echoed silently through Karlos as he slowly nodded and hugged Karla as he whispered silently to Karla "Thank you..."
Karla soon left after receiving a small hamper of food from Karlos's mother. She was leaving Karlos with much more than just a few loaves of bread and canteens of fresh water, but the inspirations to one day find his father. Soon after Karla had left, Karlos went to bed and laid there without a single urge to sleep. His thoughts surrounding the two simple words any person can greatly inspire anybody with, "...Good luck".
Since that day and for the following seven years Karlos taught himself the way of the sword. Whether it be training until dawn, running for a good twenty hours straight or entering fighting arenas nearly three thousand miles away to emerge victorious with cuts and bruises weighing on him heavily. Though he was still eager to run home and utterly shatter his last record from the last time he had fought, Karlos would stop at nothing to one day find his father.
R/R whatever, insult me if you wan't just as long as you R/R ^^
His dearest and deepest desires to one day meet his father, the famed Saint of Swords. Karlos had been once told that Karel was slaughtered in a duel with another famed fighter, though Karlos had been inspired by another version of the truth.
Karla, Karel's shortly lost sister had once visited Karlos and his mother in hope of finding Karel. She had missed him and was sadly told the truth of what had happened to Karel but, what was most shocking and intriguing was the reaction Karla had to it all. Karlos can still remember Karla's sly chuckle ring through his mind like a broken record playing over and over, "You always enjoyed the shadows didn't you, brother?"
As he first heard those memorable words, Karlos felt the cold sadness of depression shatter into a million pieces almost immediately after Karla finished her somewhat mysterious sentence. Karlos' mother was dumbfounded at the sight of Karlos moving around so much as if he had springs on his feet, acting as if he was certain that he would one day find him.
Though Karla just played along and acted just as confused as his mother. But as soon as Karla had left the small house and went the small river in the tiny town the tables turned. Karla sighed before smiling warmly toward the small family of two. As she hugged Karlos's mother, a faint whisper echoed silently through Karlos as he slowly nodded and hugged Karla as he whispered silently to Karla "Thank you..."
Karla soon left after receiving a small hamper of food from Karlos's mother. She was leaving Karlos with much more than just a few loaves of bread and canteens of fresh water, but the inspirations to one day find his father. Soon after Karla had left, Karlos went to bed and laid there without a single urge to sleep. His thoughts surrounding the two simple words any person can greatly inspire anybody with, "...Good luck".
Since that day and for the following seven years Karlos taught himself the way of the sword. Whether it be training until dawn, running for a good twenty hours straight or entering fighting arenas nearly three thousand miles away to emerge victorious with cuts and bruises weighing on him heavily. Though he was still eager to run home and utterly shatter his last record from the last time he had fought, Karlos would stop at nothing to one day find his father.
R/R whatever, insult me if you wan't just as long as you R/R ^^