"BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR, IT COULD MAKE YOU OR BREAK YOU"
- ANONYMOUS
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Zemira
Deep breaths.
His twitching left hand gave away his next step, it was easy he was going to hit on my ribs. Taking a step backwards, i counter attacked his blow by kicking his abdomen causing him to grunt. I turned a one-eighty to strike him across the neck, but he ducked it and pushed me down along with my momentum. He grabbed my neck as he sat on my knees allowing me restricted motion . His sweaty beads fell onto my chin.
Deep breaths i reminded myself.
My arms were tired and pushing him will do no good, so i went to defence and with my left hand in a cut motion I pushed his hand down while my right took hold of his face, my thumb digging into the corner of his eye. As his hold on me loosened, I retreated from under him to above him in the split of a second and did a chock-hold on him. My left hand twisted his hands. I kneed on him making him fall to the ground.
Deep breaths.
"Its enough," turning I saw my Marshall, my trainer.
"Morning Sir Hadan,"hearing a wheezing, i loosened my hold and stood up allowing my training partner to relax and sit up.
"You are getting good your highness," he bowed to me.
"Don't go easy on me next time," I smiled at him and tuned to Marshall. "So can I have it?"
"Have what my dear?" glaring at my old Marshall, I took a deep breath.
"Your urumi, my master," he scowled at my grin. It has been months after his words, telling me that he would give me any of his possessions if I defeat my training partner with my bare hands. It could have been done in a few moments, if I could use my Dao. I always believed that to use a sword with all its beauty is a form of an art, only a few people knew that.
"It was awarded to me by an Indian,my favorite possession," he murmured the last part.
"Even mine" I whispered.
"You don't know how to u- " "I could always learn" , I interrupted him. I never wanted jewels or clothes that I could adore but his pricey possessions. I believe that he has all the things in this world that could fascinate me.
"I.. I'll have to think about it" he said leaving me. Its not like he could leave it to anyone. Being the Marshall everyone loved and respected, he just lived among us training the royalties, with no family to love, no one to call his better half, he completed sixty years or so.
I too walked away from the training grounds, to see my brother practicing by himself. I was brought up mostly by him and my father, after my mother's death. Being the only daughter I was head strong or rumored to be so. My brother and I, well we have a good relationship. Unlike me, he is an emotional fool. Always mourning over our dead baby brother and mother.
Today, even the sky looked dull. A beautiful contrast to my face. I had a pleasant face all the week, while my people mourned my dear ones, I celebrated them. It was the day they went back, to whom we shall retreat. They will be happy there, I am sure.
I was always on alert along with my soldiers these days because this was our weakness. This week, we are weak. So I go to oversee the patrolling and train till I forget. This very day , a few years ago I screamed at my mother for not playing with me but my sibling. This day, I shut her off from me when she came to see me. This day I hoped my sibling wont irritate me anymore and my mother wont bother me so I could train in peace. And train I did, making me the first women to fight among the knights.
I was happy at my achievements but I wanted my mother here. I wanted my baby brother here, to watch me fight, to watch me win. My mother always said be careful what you wish for. She always preached to wish mountain size, then I would at least achieve a peanut size. I never wished for anything after that happened.
The night too felt gloomy, or was that me. I couldn't stomach anything that day. After going to my father's chamber, I could breath,even though the coldness leaked into my very bones turning my breaths into cold mist which withdrew me from my thoughts. Unlike my mother, my father was a man of few words, always glaring at me for my unfiltered mouth. He always hinted to respect the elders and their wishes, even during his last minutes. I never disrespected anyone, I wasn't aware of any wishes of anyone.
By the time I came to know, it was too late.
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