I laid in bed awake as some of the sun's rays sliced through my French doors curtains. It was one day before the one-year anniversary of the ten-year war that my father left for. I looked up at the ceiling as a maid bustled around my room. The whole house was getting ready for the party that my father was holding tonight and unfortunately I wasn't allow to hide in my room during this thing either.
After awhile of the maid running around in my room I grew tired and ordered her out. I was awakened by Wolf Moon barking at my father. I rolled over and glared at her, in a chance that she might figure out that she woke me.
"Hello sleep head." Greeted my father.
"Wolf Moon!" I yelled finally rolling out of bed, "Good day." I grumbled.
"Your mumsent me in here to wake you."
I sat on the edge of the bed bent over trying to wake up quickly.
"Ok fine, I'm up." I said finally standing.
I watched as my father turned and walked out my room. I sat back down and looked at Wolf Moon, who looked at me.
"You're a loud mouth you know!" I told her.
I got up and got dressed in my banquet dress, strapped on my sword, then walked to greet my mother, who was trying to eat and give orders at the same time.
"You know mother, it's bad to eat and give so many orders at the same time, besides its bad manners." I said as I stood beside her.
"You should be talking, Missy." She said looking at me, "Foods in the Dinning room and blood is where ever you're father has decided to run off to, which means you'll have to go talk to him to get a glass or two."
"He's probably in the study, I'll see if I can pawn a glass off him." I said sighing.
I turned and went towards the study, hearing my mom once again yell orders out. I opened the door to the study and walked in. I didn't see my dad, but I was pulled in by the way the study looked, now that everything was placed away. I looked up towards a painting; the painting was of me at my coming of age. I looked hard for I saw my father's figure in my face.
My ears twitched picking up on a sound. I grabbed my sword and waited to hear which side the person was on. I heard a cup and a bottle being quietly placed on the desk. Pulling my sword out, I turned around, my sword colliding with another sword, my father's!
"Your swordsmanship teacher wasn't lying about you."
I pulled my sword back and swung again, he flowed with a block.
"He told me you were the top female in the class, I'm proud."
"So I am." I said smirking.
The next thing I realized, isI'm caught in a sword fight with my father. Over the desk, rolling on the floor, we went around the study for a half an hour. I felt a leap of joy surge though me as we continue the sword fight.
He swung his sword towards my feet; I reacted by jumping on the desk. I bent down and poured myself a cup of blood.
"You little brat." He said as I started to drink.
I quickly jumped off the desk and went to the door, turning around I put my sword away. My father came closer; I bowed and left the room.
"We'll continue this fight later, Storm." I heard my father say.
"What, can stand the sting of lost, father?" I asked asI walked away.
I heard my father laughter as I got further down the hall I paid no mind to it.