Two years had passed since we found Aerin and helped her make the abandoned hermit's house her new home. Our lives in the village had continued, but they had also changed in subtle yet significant ways. Zed's decision to become a swordsman had set us on different paths during the day, but our evenings and weekends were still filled with shared moments and dreams of future adventures.
One early morning, I met Zed at the village square. He was dressed in his new training gear, ready for another day of intense swordsmanship lessons. His eyes sparkled with excitement and determination."Morning, Keyn! Ready for another day of training?" Zed greeted me, his enthusiasm infectious."Morning, Zed. Yeah, I'm ready," I replied, though my heart felt a twinge of sadness at the thought of spending another day apart.
We walked together until we reached the point where our paths diverged—his leading to the training grounds with his instructor, and mine taking me to the forest for my dagger practice with Papa.
"Good luck today, Zed," I said, trying to hide my disappointment.
"Thanks, Keyn. You too," Zed replied, giving me a reassuring smile. "We'll catch up later, okay?"
"Yeah, definitely," I replied, watching him walk away.
* * *
My days were filled with rigorous training under Papa's watchful eye. He taught me the art of dagger fighting, emphasizing speed, precision, and strategy. We spent hours practicing in the forest, using the natural environment to hone my skills.
"Remember, Keyn," Papa would say, "a dagger is an extension of your body. It should move as naturally as your own hand."
"I understand, Papa," I would reply, focusing on my movements and trying to internalize his lessons.
In addition to physical training, I immersed myself in reading about the history and techniques of dagger fighting. I wanted to be the best I could be, not just for myself, but to ensure I could protect those I loved.
Despite the long and tiring days, evenings with Zed and Aerin were a source of comfort and joy. We would gather at Aerin's house, sharing stories and experiences from our respective trainings. Our bond grew stronger as we supported each other through our individual journeys.
One evening, as we sat by the fire in Aerin's cozy house, Zed shared his thoughts on his training and studies.
"My instructor is incredible, Keyn. He's teaching me not just how to wield a sword, but also about honor, discipline, and strategy. And the economics lessons are helping me understand my father's business better," Zed said, his eyes glowing with enthusiasm.
"That's great, Zed. I'm really happy for you," I replied, genuinely proud of my friend. "I've been making good progress with my daggers too. Papa says I'm getting faster and more precise every day."
"That's awesome, Keyn! Maybe one day we can spar together—sword against daggers," Zed suggested with a grin.
"I'd like that," I said, smiling back. "But only if you promise not to go easy on me.
"We laughed, and Aerin joined in, her presence adding a touch of magic to our gatherings.
"It's wonderful to see both of you so dedicated to your training," Aerin said, her voice warm and encouraging. "You've both grown so much over the past years."
"Thanks, Aerin. Your support means a lot to us," Zed replied, giving her a grateful smile.
"Yes, thank you, Aerin. You've been a great friend," I added, feeling a deep sense of gratitude.
* * *
As the weeks turned into months, our daily routines became second nature. Zed continued to excel in his swordsmanship and economic studies, while I focused on perfecting my skills with daggers. Our paths might have diverged during the day, but our friendship remained a constant source of strength and support.
One day, after an intense training session with Papa, I decided to visit Aerin. I needed a break and wanted to share my progress with her. As I approached her house, I heard familiar voices. Zed was already there, and they were deep in conversation.
"Keyn, you're just in time!" Aerin greeted me with a smile as I walked in. "Zed was just telling me about his latest training session."
"Hey, Keyn! Come join us," Zed called out, waving me over.
I sat down, and we spent the evening sharing stories and laughter. It was moments like these that reminded me of the strength of our bond. Despite the different paths we were on, we were still connected by our friendship and the adventures we shared.
* * *
One night, as we sat around the fire, Zed revealed a new dream he had been nurturing.
"I've been thinking, Keyn. Once we're both skilled enough, maybe we could become adventurers together. We could explore new lands, protect our village, and make a real difference," Zed said, his eyes filled with determination.
"That sounds amazing, Zed. I'd love to be your partner in adventure," I replied, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect.
Aerin smiled, her eyes reflecting the firelight. "I believe in both of you. With your skills and determination, you'll make great adventurers."
* * *
Zed and I found ourselves at a crossroads once again. Zed's training had intensified, and his instructor had arranged for him to join a noble's court as a page. This opportunity was a significant step towards achieving his dream of becoming a swordsman and an adventurer.
"Keyn, this is it. I'm leaving for the noble's court tomorrow," Zed said, his voice a mix of excitement and sadness. "I'll miss our training sessions and our time together."
"I'll miss you too, Zed," I replied, trying to keep my emotions in check. "But this is an incredible opportunity for you. I know you'll do great.
"We spent the evening with Aerin, reminiscing about our past adventures and dreams for the future. Aerin, always the voice of wisdom, reminded us of the strength of our bond.
"No matter where your paths take you, remember that you have each other," Aerin said, her eyes filled with warmth. "Your friendship is a source of strength that will guide you through any challenge.
"The next day, I watched Zed ride off with his instructor, feeling a mix of pride and sadness.