Kira von Keraval turned in her bed, unable to shake the feeling of dread that had settled over her. She had just had the most vivid and disturbing dream, one that left her feeling shaken and terrified. She has been experiencing the same dream for several days now.
In the dream, she had seen her brother from his behind in grave danger, a sword pierced his heart. She had watched in horror as he fell to the ground, a fatal wound inflicted upon him by an unseen assailant.
The sister woke up in a cold sweat, her heart racing and her mind racing with fear. She couldn't shake the feeling that the dream was more than just a dream - that it was a warning of things to come.
Determined to do everything in her power to prevent the dream from becoming a reality.
Despite her fear and uncertainty, the sister was resolved to do whatever it took to protect her brother and keep him safe, even if it meant putting her own life on the line. After all, She still hasn't paid back the pain she caused him.
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As I arrive at the room that has large windows, covered by thick red velvet curtains, that can be opened to let in natural light or closed for privacy. The floor would be made of polished stone, with an intricate brass inlay at the centre, depicting my family crest. The room is outfitted with various training equipment and weapons, including a practice dummy for swordplay, a wooden horse for jousting practice, and archery targets. There would also be a weapons rack along one wall, displaying a collection of swords, maces, axes, and other weapons. The room had been passed down for generations, used by my ancestors to hone their swordsmanship and prepare for battle. I couldn't help but recall the time I spent here training like crazy each day. I knew that I had big shoes to fill and that the training I received in this room would be key to my success to reach and surpass my former peak.
I began my training with a warm-up, moving through a series of stretches and forms. Then I picked up a wooden sword from the sword stand. Holding the wooden sword in my right hand, I swing it lightly because of habit. It's like it has been a long time since I held a sword but my memory said otherwise. Maybe it's because of the current conditions of the body that I felt this way. Walking closer to one of the training dummies, I raised my sword and swing it with all my strength.
Poof! (Sound of breaking)
Eh!? Did I break it? I just underestimated my current strength and overestimated the strength of the training dummies. I guess I have to pull back my strength a little bit.
The hours flew by as Kaim lost himself in the rhythm of his training. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he moved through drills and tried his skills. He knew that this room was more than just a place to train, it was a link to his past and a connection to his family's history.
Then just as I prepared to leave the room a knock comes on the door.
Knock-Knock
"Are you there, young master?"
"Yes"
"It's Dinner time, young master"
"Alright, I am coming out now."
As I opened the door, I was greeted by the sight of the head butler, Mr Randall. The butler had been with the family for as long as I could remember, and his presence in the room was a comforting reminder of the continuity and tradition that was so important to the family.
"Good evening, Mr Randall."
"Good evening, young master," Mr Randall replied, with a small bow. "I trust you had a good day?"
"Yes, thank you. how have you been?"
"I've been well, my lord," Mr Randall said, with a smile."But judging from the state of the training dummies, I guess I should inform the lord to replace them."
"Of course, Mr Randall. As always, your attention to detail is impeccable."
"Then I shall inform the lord later."
Mr Randall then gives me a handkerchief from his pocket. After wiping my face with it. I returned it to him and start making my way to the dining room.
Soon I arrived at the dining room. I sat on the left side while Abigail is sitting in front of me. My father sat at the head of the long dining table, My grandmother and grandfather sat to his right and left, The table was elegantly set, with fine china and sparkling crystal glasses. The smell of a delicious meal wafted through the room.
Mr Randall appeared, overseeing the service of the first course. The family chatted and laughed as they enjoyed the delicious food. My grandfather told the story of his adventure in his younger days and my father discussed the latest political developments.
As the main course was served, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of togetherness. These family dinners were a tradition that had been passed down for generations and I knew that they were an important part of maintaining the cohesion of the family.
After the meal, Mr Randall and the other staff cleared the table and served dessert. The family lingered over coffee and tea, continuing their conversations and enjoying each other's company.
As the night came to a close, I went to the bath to clean up myself. After bathing, I returned to my room after saying goodnight to my family. I sat on the chair in front of a table inside my room. On top of the table were the books I picked up before going to the garden. After reading all three of them, I went to sleep.