"You're right!" They both rushed into the chamber and the guards who had been listening to them snickered.
Seth met Mabon and about three squads of soldiers in the training hall and he smiled. Excitement surged through his veins as he walked into the place while he brandished his sword in a threatening manner.
"You're here for some whooping, I see…"
"Prince Seth," Mabon said with a smile as he nodded in Seth's direction. He gestured to the men to take their positions as he drew his sword out of its scabbard.
"I thought we would use wooden swords so that we won't hear stories that touch the heart, you know…" Mabon said, not wanting anyone to be injured during their training. It was typical for them to use wooden weapons but confusion warped his mind when he saw the glint of the prince's black sword.
