Dhattar awoke with a soft muzzle in his face. Looking up he saw his apprentice standing over him. He has a warm lavender coat with dazzling white specks on his rump, cheeks and fetlocks.
"Not know Randor!" moaned Dhattar, turning his back to the purple unicorn intending to go back to sleep.
Randor made a disgruntled face of annoyance. "You said we could start training this morning!" whined Randor. Dhattar didn't answer and Randor came with the conclusion that he fell back asleep. "DHATTAR!" he screamed.
Dhattar jerked his head awake. Unfortunately, there was a lose slab of his cave hanging two inches above him. The unicorn and the slab both collided with a hard bang.
Nickering with pain he bent his lean neck to rub his head agents his slender leg.
"Serves you right!" giggled Randor. Ignoring the irritating unicorn, Dhattar galloped out of his cave with Randor hot on his heels.
Dhattar cantered all the way to the training meadow. Ever since the unicorns regained the Mere of the Moon, they had to train the younger unicorns at their home.
"Keep up," said Dhattar. Once the purple unicorn was beside Dhattar, they looking towards the meadow, Randor body shook with excitement.
"I can't wait to show you my new moves!" Ranor blurted. Dhattar found some pride in the little unicorn. As much as Randor may pester Dhattar he stilled loved him.
"And I can't wait to see them." Dhattar said and trotted down to the meadow. Once there, Dhattar started to circle Randor. The purple unicorns kept his gaze fixed on him. "You'll be a warrior soon, but I'm not sure your ready. Sure you have a long horn and bushy beard, but that doesn't count for your warrior skills." Dhattar threatened.
Then with out warning, Dhattar reared and tried to strike Randor, only to find himself on the ground. Randor celebrated by prancing around him. Getting to his hooves Dhattar managed to surprise Randor by head butting him.
"There's your problem." Dhattar roughly said, after the attack.
"What did I do wrong?" sighed Randor, a little crestfallen.
"You celebrated to soon! You're never going to get through a battle when you don't pay attention! Now, try again." Said Dhattar. Randor placed both hooves firmly in the grass, getting ready to spring. Dhattar pinpointed every little thing he was doing wrong. Despair claimed Dhattar. With the way Randor was attacking it felt as if Dhattar was being given a beginner apprentice. Sighing he sidestepped Randor when he attacked, letting him fall to the ground with a crash.
Shaking his head Randor sighed, "I'll never get it, will I?" Randor moaned.
"Not like that, you won't. Up on your hooves." Dhattar urged. Starting to walk around Randor to show he was ready for another good fight. Lowering his eyes into a fearsome grimace. "Try to attach from the middle."
Randor slowly got to his hooves, still disheartened, but then putting every once of courage into it he lowered himself. Danger flashing in his eyes. He suddenly lunging into Dhattar's chest causing the white warrior to his haunches to rear and stumble. Seeing his chance his ran straight for Dhattar's exposed tummy. Placing one hoof on his to make sure he wasn't going any were then pointing his lengthy horn ready to pierce Dhattar.
"How was that?" asked Randor.