Lycan stood at the far end of his father’s training field. He tried to think of how his telekinesis would work. He could feel it. But all he could manage was to make a small stone on the ground shake. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make it work. He remember watching movies where people with the power of telekinesis to rip other people apart or shake the world. He was annoyed with how useless it seemed. Thinking about his overall power. He couldn’t really complain much. His physical power was higher than anyone on the Human continent.

So with that, he decided to practiced is hand-to-hand. In his last life, he had been average for his rank. But now he wanted to be peerless in unarmed combat. His wolf like pride was as many on in this world would call dragon like. Taking up his stance he lowered his center of gravity. He imagined a hunter standing in front of him. With graceful yet overwhelmingly powerful movements, he punched his invisible opponent and with fluid grace movement he continued his fierce assault.

The men training where shocked at what they saw once they heard the sound of air being torn. They watched as the young lord punched, kicked, elbowed, and kneed his imaginary enemies. To them his movement were almost like a dance. The veteran soldiers could see that every one of Lycan’s strikes would end a life and if not would cripple them for life. It sent a shiver down their spines.

For over an hour, Lycan continued moving through every form he could remember. By time he was done, he was panting. No from exhaustion, but from excitement. He could tell that he was at least three times as strong as he was in his last life. And many times faster.

After a moment, he heard two people coming toward him. By the sound of the heartbeats, one was just as excited as him well the other was somewhat calmer. Lycan turned to them. The excitement was coming from his father. And next to him was a red haired man that gave off the aura of someone that had seen many battles, suffered many losses, and been praised for his victories and failures. It was the aura of a true warrior. Lycan could feel he was being analyzed by the man’s emerald eyes.

“Well that was interesting,” Lord Morzan said with pride that wasn’t well hidden, “What do you think Lukus?”

The warrior Lukus looked at Lycan for an extra moment before answering.

“He is strong, fast, and well versed in his movements,” Lukus’s voice was like two stones being ground together.

“If I had to say what weapon would suit him,” Lukus continued, “I’d say it was be two. Given the facted that he used his hands equally. He could be a dual wielder. That would be a good fit if he would to be challenged for duals, but dual wielders aren’t battlefield fighters. So, if he were to be in the field, I would say once he’s grown he could move to a two hand battle axe or a great sword. Hell if I had to say, he could most likely handed one right now with his strength. But it would be awkward with his height at the moment.”

Hearing what Lukus was saying, Lycan couldn’t help but agree. He wasn’t completely sure how he felt about using any weapon. He was armed without them. If he had to guess, his claws were most likely harder and sharper than any weapon they could give him. Deep within his mind, he remembered that it was because he didn’t know much about weapons that he had died. He had underestimated the range of the hunter’s rifle and had paid the price. He wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

POV change Lord Morzan Snow

After Lycan had left his study, Lord Morzan had started making the arrangements for his son’s departure. He had seem the excitement in the boy’s eyes. After seeing his son’s power, he knew that Lycan was ready to go. Morzan knew that King Nathan would try to change his mind, but The King knew how much the Journey meant to the Snow family.

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“He’ll be a great heir,” he said aloud.

His wife looked at him. Her deep blue eyes were filled with sadness. He knew that she didn’t like what was to happen and had fought with him over the decision deep into the previous night, but had relented after find no other agreement than he was too young.

He was going over the parchment with Lucinda when one of the servants pocked his head in and informed them that the Blade-master had arrived. Morzan had been trained by Blade-master Rohad, Lukus’s father. Lukus and him were friends in a way that could be made by two people that had been pushed to their limits together, fought together and against each other, and had become an indomitable force together.

As Lukus entered, he bowed to Morzan.

“My lord,” Lukus’s deep voice was as empty as ever.

“Come now Lukus,” Morzan complained, “we’ve been like brothers over half our lives. No need for the formalities.”

After the Blade-master straightened, a devilish smile crossed his face. That was the Lukus that Morzan remembered. A man with a seemingly careless nature who was as quick as with his tongue as he was with his sword.

“It’s been too long,” Lukus replied and as he saw Lucinda standing off to Morzan’s left he bowed again, “Lady Lucinda as enchanting as ever.”

Morzan saw his wife roll her eyes at the Blade-master. Like Morzan, Lucinda was family to the blade-master.

“Lukus,” she said with a light chuckle, “still a charmer. I thought you had married.”

The Blade-master smiled innocently, “That is true. And had a daughter to prove it, but I’m an honest man and must compliant beauty when I see it.”

This was news shocked both Morzan and Lucinda. They had been to their friend’s wedding, but neither had heard about a child.

“Well that’s great news,” Lucinda said with a smile having recovered from her surprise first, “you’ll have to bring her one of these days.”

“I’ll do that, and more.”

At those words, Morzan could see a hint of sadness flash in his friend’s eyes. In all the years they’d known each other, he had only seen his friend sad once and that was when Lukus’s father had died. Not knowing what to do, he choose to change the subject.

“Well you know why I sent for you,” Morzan said with a sigh.

“Yeah something about your son needing some training,” Lukus had moved to sit on one of the lush chairs.

“Yes,” Morzan’s voice soft as he looked at his friend, “and also in my letter I told you that I’m sending him on his Journey in a month’s time.”

Lukus gave a look that betrayed his confusion.

“Isn’t he a bit young? Last I heard he was twelve.”

“True he is young but once you see him you’ll understand.”

“If you say so,” Lukus didn’t agrue.

With that Morzan asked one of the servants to lead them to where Lycan was. After hearing that his son had gone to the training field, he was confused. He didn’t know what the boy was up to. Maybe hearing that he was going to be learning combat made him want to see some before learning it himself.

As they drew closer, Lord Morzan saw a crowd of his men looking toward the corner of his training field. That spot was where he normally trained. They pushed their way through the crowd until they saw what everyone was looking at.

There across from them was Lycan. The boy was fighting in a way that he had never seen before. It was as graceful as it was brutal. He could hear and see the air ripple with every strike. His son moved with purpose. Like any trained warrior he could see that his son’s strikes would be deadly to anything that they hit. After sometime Lycan stopped and Lord Morzan looked to his friend who looked like he was going to need to pick up his jaw off the ground. Slowly a smile creeped onto Lukus’s face. It was a smile that he could tell that the Blade-master was looking at a prodigy. Once again, a sense of pride swelled up within him as he looked at his son.