"I guess i'm going to be a, sword...player...?"thought Henrie as the sword entered his sight, the wooden sword was well crafted with oak and spruce as its main materials, the blade shaped to be skinny long and light, while the the handle thick and stern worthy of a training sword."Henrie my boy how do you like your new present" said his dad with glittering eyes of wanting approval. Henrie looked at the sword then at his dad, "eh" said Henrie in his lovable baby voice. "HOORAY!" shouted his father as his mother stepped up,"Henrie I have a present for you also"she pulled out a box and opened for him, it was a application to a prestigious school for when he turned 10 years old. The school was called Far'ares school for nobles.