Disclaimer: I don't the WOT but Kye and Dar are my own

Chaper 2:

The trail from Kye and Dar's village to Fal Dara was long and treacherous. They traveled through forests, only paused for a few hours rest every day. Lord Integer pushed them. Pushed them hard as he could without driving the horses' to death. Along the way every time they stopped Dar and Kye would duel each other and were often interrupted by soldiers who only stopped them to point out mistakes. Every duel seemed to end the same way. Kye would win about half while Dar won the other half.

Finally after many days of travel they were in sight of Fal Dara. They reached the edge of the dark forest and saw above the treetops towers rose to the north of them, between the hills and the forest the towers often disappeared. As they left the forest they began to pass farms that showed that even though it had been a hard year people were still trying to live their lives as usual.

As they entered the city, Lord Integer told the boys "Once you enter the city boys you must pull up your hood."

The battalion of soldiers and Kye's family passed under the gate of Fal Dara and they entered the city. As they rode along the streets of the city to Lord Agelmar's castle men yelled "How is it in the country? Have there been many trolloc raids?"

The battalion ignored the yells and they rode to the castle. As they reached the courtyard of the castle, the soldiers began to dismount and the many grooms who appeared led off their horses. Lord Integer ordered the battalion, "Go visit your families, but remember be back at the barracks in three days at first light. And remember no one is to get themselves drunk!"

With that, the large crowd of soldiers began to disappear. The boys and their father remained in the courtyard before Lord Integer motioned for them to follow him. They followed him through the many corridors until they reached Lord Agelmar's study. The group-waited for a short time before a servant invited them in.

"Sit down, you must tell me of your story." Lord Agelmar commanded.

"Thank you my Lord, I appreciate your hospitality, but I must go and find my wife, her name is Metta. She left for here before we and I would like to see that she is safe." Answered, Dar and Kye's father, Greydon. "Our story is long one, and once I see that my wife is safe I will gladly tell you anything you want to hear."

"I'm glad then," smiled Lord Agelmar, "To tell you that a woman named Metta, came to Fal Dara a day ago. I can arrange for you to see her soon. But first tell me of your past Master Greydon? I have not heard an accent like yours for a long time."

"Well, you know the story of how twenty men were to bring Lan to Fal Mora and how only five men survived. Of those five men who survived, one of them was my father. He trained Lan about battle and the Blight. While he was in Fal Moran he met my mother. They had me and after he and the others finished training Lan he trained me when I reached the right age. At the age of twenty I left and sought use of my skills in the south. I was a bodyguard of Tigraine until she mysteriously vanished. I continued to serve Andor until the end of the Aiel War. I then decided that I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the village closet to where Malkier used to be. There I met my wife, Metta and I started a family. She had two sons, both of who are here before you. They as well as I are one of the few Malkieri's left."

Both Kye and Dar looked at their father with amazement. When ever they had asked their father about his past or their families past he had always found some way of avoiding the answer. The most they had ever got out of him was that h grew up in Sheinar and spent some time in Andor seeing sights.

"Well… That is as unique story as any story I've ever seen." Responded Lord Agelmar slowly, "Tell me thought, Master Greydon, What was your father's name?"

"His name was Sar Naki, I don't think that you would know him." Answered Greydon.

"I remember him, vaguely though. He was a towering man who was fearless."

All of a sudden Lord Agelmar turned his attention form the boys and their father and started to question Lord Integer.

"Lord Integer, tell me of why this raid is so unlike any other. There are raids all the time, yet you never drive to the horses to near exhaustion to tell me of it. Why now?" Lord Agelmar questioned.

"My Lord, not since the Trolloc Wars have the trolloc been bold enough to raid villages in the daylight. We must…" Lord Integer trailed on.

"Before you finish you must let me send my guests off on to their beds." Interrupted Lord Agelmar, "I bet that they would like to have a reunion with their mother."

Without another word the boys and their father departed from the study and followed a servant to the Woman's Rooms. They waited outside until their mother arrived.

"Ma" Cried Dar throwing running to give his mom a hug. "I missed you."

The rest of the family came and had a group hug. The boys watched as their father walked off with their mother to talk and the boys decided to do some exploring.

"Come on Kye, last one to the courtyard is an rotten egg." Dar yelled behind his shoulder as he sprinted to the courtyard. Kye shook his head at his brother's immaturity. He smiled then sprinted after his brother.

As they entered the courtyard they saw that some soldiers were sparring. They stood and watched from a distance as the two fighters fought both flowing from move to move, while meeting only with their blades.

"Hey… you boys, you want to try?" yelled a soldier in the crowd.

Kye looked at his brother and motioned to the sparring, "Come on Dar, it could be fun."

They pushed through the crowd and Dar went up first to challenge the champion. He picked up a crude sword and settled into a fighting stance.

The other man stood and looked Dar up and down. He was about nineteen and had the look of a blade master in the way he carried his sword and himself.

All of a sudden he struck out at Dar trying to land a blow. Dar easily darted aside and just stood there when he had a chance to strike a blow. This continued for some time. Dar's opponent would circle for a short time before he would rush forward in an intricate attack. No matter what Dar's opponent did Dar was always able to block it, yet he did not make any attack of his own.

It took Kye some time before he realised what his brother was doing, he was toying with his opponent. Kye shook his head in amazement as he saw that the grand champion of a great tournament skills were being mocked by a sixteen year old. Kye saw his brother glance in his direction and received a wink that Kye knew is the symbol of the duel.

All of a sudden Dar flew into the attack. As he began his attack, Kye saw how his brother would win this match. All that he would do is long slashes to the left. Attacking so long that all of his enemy would use all of his skill just to stay in the match. He'd do this until his opponent became dependant then he would back and then stab his sword into the enemy's midsection.

Just after Kye realised what his brother was planning to do he did it. After a few intricate moves, Dar's sword point was in his opponent's midsection. All of a sudden the crowd was on there feet cheering and applauding both fighters. Dar walked over to shake his opponents hand but before he could his opponents stalked off angrily.

Dar stood there with a smile on his face and then he saw Kye he walked over to him and asked Kye with a pleading look on his face. "Are you up for it Kye? Spar with me like we did after Dad taught us the sword.'

Kye tried to keep a straight face, but he couldn't while looking at his brother's face, he started to laughed and yelled "Of course. Lets show these guy that we'll be sword masters soon."

The boys walked over to the cornered off area where they were to duel. Without warning, Dar tossed one of the practise swords; Kye caught it out off the air by the handle.

"Are you ready brother?" asked Dar jokingly. With a loud crack both swords met as Dar charged his brother. Kye had moved nothing but his sword. Then the dance began.

That is all that it was he brothers were doing, their movements were like a waltz. The flowing and gliding movements of the practise swords, it was easy to watch this and see that this as not a form of war but a form of art. If the sword had been real they would have made blood flow. But in this duel neither sword met skin, just the blade meeting its counterpart in the other blade. Back and forth, circling each other slashing and stabbing, yet every move performed by one brother was countered by the other, each move punctuated by those clacks of the swords meeting. It was timeless, filled with nothing but action and a quick reactions At last after a great deal of time Kye boldly lunged forward seeking to finish the duel, but hid brother gracefully sidestepped it. Kye felt all of a sudden the blade pressed up against his chest.

All of a sudden there was a great roar. Before the end of the duel, it had been soundless as all the spectators were being silent as they watched the duel. But now people capered around cheering.

"That was some nice duelling from the both of you." A mysterious woman with an ageless face told them "I would like for you to come to the White Tower with me and train to be warders."

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