It was early morning, and the sky was still dark. Standing outside the house, Christana took in a deep breath of the crisp morning air, allowing the cold morning air to burn her lungs. She stood at the top stair of the porch stairs, holding a set of ribbons in her hands. The ribbons were a bright red color and had a small handle by which she held the ribbons by.
She looked down at her mother and father in the middle of the field as they sparred. Her mother had a pair of twin swords in her hands while her father held a large broad sword in his own. The empress's movements were fluid, seemingly flowing like water. Her waist would bend back, preventing the emperor from slashing at her hair.
