Within seconds, he lunged at me, causing me to step back instinctively; mentally slap myself for not parrying the attack. I then tried t attack him, and he defended every blow I attempted with ease. He then stepped back one very small step and swiped the blade a mere centimeter from my face the blade stopped, barely touching my face. I gasped.

"You certainly do know how to use that, don't you?" I asked, still shaking.

"As will you." My father smiled down at me. "Now, I 'ave some work to do around me ship, so ye'll be fighting with Chaman."

I froze. Was he serious? "Father," I hardly choked out, "You aren't serious, are you?"

"Of course, love, who better to teach you to fight than the person you'd like to kill the most?"

He had a point. Damn, I hated that. Oh well, I was rather satisfied; I got to fight, and possibly even hurt Chaman. Life was looking toward heaven now. With that, I strode off to my room. I had o prepare myself for a moment like this.

A/N:

Sorry about the really, really short chappie, the next chappie will be a vote, so vote, ok? It'll give me an easier time updating, because I am suffering from indecision at the moment, really badly.

SO VOTE!! Hehe. :P