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“Ahhhh!”
A loud cry of pain was heard as it echoed throughout the valley.
“Again”, yelled a Robust looking man.
A young boy around the age of seven got off the ground and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. Maintaining eye contact with the man in front of him he cautiously picked up the wooden sword on the ground and transitioned into a lunge with the sword thrusting straight towards the man's chest. As it was closing in on its target, the man that was standing motionless till now raised his hand and smacked the sword away, as the impact occurred, the force of the collision caused the surroundings to become unsettled.
The impact caused the wooden sword in the boy's hand to be suddenly thrown in a different direction feeling as it had hit been hit by a mountain instead. The boy used all his strength to keep his hand on the sword, he had learned his lesson time and time again, day after day yet keeping his grip was no easy task.
Having gotten control of his sword again he grimaced in pain as he looked down at his hands, these weren't the hands of a young boy but rather those of a warrior, the skin had regrown countless times already but it was still painful no matter how many times he went through this.
After re-affirming his grip he attacked the man again yet this time from a different angle. The result was the same as the last collision. The boy carried on these attacks ferociously without reserve---slashes, thrusts, lunges but again and again he would be sent back until eventually he could take no more and the wooden sword, which till this point he was barely hanging on to, finally flew out of his hand.
The young boy dropped to one knee and started panting rapidly due to the exhaustion while his hands slightly shook.
“The weapon is your life, without it you are worthless, no matter what you must never drop your weapon”, said the man.
Although his voice was stern and face was expressionless his eyes carried a hint of approval
“He has grown a lot,” thought the man, as he stared into the boy's dark brown eyes what he found was a steady gaze staring right back at him. This was not the look of a normal seven year old, this was the look that a man acquired after countless years on the blood field.
Secretly approving this look, the man opened his mouth to give further instructions, “What you need to…”, before he could finish, he spat out a mouthful of blood and he suddenly fell to the ground.
While touching his chest the man thought to himself, “ Hmm it seems like it's almost time for me to part from this world”.
“Father!”, the young boy came running across the field and helped the man up.
“Father, it's your injury right?” he asked in a worried voice. Although his relationship with his father, Therol, wasn't intimate he was still the only family he had known since he was little.
“No need to worry about it, go and get supper ready,” replied Therol in a detached voice.
“Father, if you keep pushing yourself like this day after day then your condition is going to get worse!”, said the boy.
“I said go and get supper ready, don't worry yourself about my health!”
Therol had no choice but to stay detached from his son, knowing that he was eventually going to die soon he couldn't afford to be intimate with him.
Giving Therol a resigned look, the boy turned around and slowly moved towards the forest.
“The world is a cruel place as it is and he's going to have to walk a tough path, my death would cause too much of an impact on his emotional state” Therol mused to himself.
Although he was forced to mature beyond his actual age, he was still a kid at heart.
“With my injury acting up recently i doubt i have more than a month, i think it's time i finish the preparations. Warrick, my son, i as your father have failed you miserably. You must be a better man than i until you have the power to avenge our family. Avenge me. Avenge your mother.” Therol whispered to himself not daring to say these words out loud.
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Warrick walked out of the woods with a beast about 3 foot tall slung over his shoulder, he walked back towards the clearing in the valley while watching the sunset.
This was what he did everyday, although he didn’t like killing wild beasts, he understood that it was a necessity in this world, what he did like though was watching the sunset , it would calm his heart after his and his father training session.
Arriving at the clearing in the valley, Warrick got to work on preparing his meal for himself and his father. This had been his home for the past seven years, two wooden houses one for him and one for his father and a small fire pit for him cook food on, It wasn't much but it was enough for him.
After he finished preparing the food he took some and gave it to his father, who as resting in his own house. They both ate in silence as was the routine.
Tomorrow would be a new day.
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Warrick was up and about before sunrise. For him the day started early. His everyday training consisted of three segments which were training, learning, and sparring. His training was carried out alone by himself while the later two were done with his father.
Warrick never enjoyed his training at first but now he welcomed it because it made him feel alive in his usually static life.
He made his way to the waterfall which was located near the mountain wall. He looked up to the very top and said in a determined voice, “I will conquer you soon and see the world beyond”.
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According to his father this was the only entrance and exit of the valley. The walls of the mountains were smooth as a granite slab. Usually this wouldn't pose a problem to climb but do to the smoothness of the mountain there were no crevices in which to get a firm hold on making it virtually impossible.
The only part which had these crevices was the mountain wall that the waterfall ran down. The waterfall stood over 290 feet tall, the height itself didn't phase Warrick but it was the water pressure that made it a difficult climb.
Warrick put down his wooden sword, removed his shirt and dove into the water making his way towards the waterfall, the water was freezing cold yet refreshing, as soon as Warrick got under the waterfall the pressure from the water fell on to his body while making a loud ‘Bang’ noise. The pressure made his knees buckle instantly as his chest similarly started dropping towards the ground but after years of going through this training he had gotten used to this and the next instant he straightened his body.
“The pressure feels less and less everyday”, he thought.
The pressure from a roughly 300 foot drop would normally be enough to crush any normal person but his body had always been strong since a young age, for what reason he had no idea, but since the only other person he had known since birth his father who was way stronger than he was, Warrick believed that this was the strength of a average individual.
Without fear of injury Warrick jumped up and grabbed the first crevice and slowly made his way up, the fissures in the rocks were on average two to three feet apart from each other, with great difficulty he made his way from crevice to crevice.
“I have to keep going!”, was the only thought going through his head at this point. His stamina was decreasing every time he moved up but he kept on persevering through the fatigue.
“10,11,12….” , groaned Warrick, making sure to keep count of the amount of fissures he already scaled.
The most he had gotten to this day was 27 which was around 80 feet.
After climbing for a while he reached the 27th fissure which was his limit thus far.
“One more, just one more!” Warrick consoled himself as he looked up, the reason he had been stuck here for a while was because the distance to the next crevice was 6 feet and was not something that he could reach by normal methods but instead, he had to to throw himself up which was seemingly impossible with the rapids crashing on his body yet his desire for the world beyond the valley had been the fuel to fire all these years.
Taking a deep breath Warrick looked down, let out a sigh, then turned upwards towards his objective at hand, he leaned forward, bent his legs and moved his chest closer to the mountain wall getting into a leaping position then let out a faint cry as he threw himself upwards.
“Arrhhgg!”
Time seemingly slowed down for him as his narrowed his focused on the fissure barely a foot away from him, his pupils dilated and at this point his ears were void of noise except for that of his heartbeat.
“Just a little more!”, he yelled out loud, his right shoulder reached further to the point that it felt like it was going to pop out of place until he finally felt his fingers digging into the opening.
He had finally reached it, after countless amount of tries he had ultimately reached it in the end. This was the biggest obstacle which was in his way to the world above and at this moment he knew with a bit more training he could eventually conquer the waterfall.
“I..did it, i really did it haha!”, Warrick let out a rare laugh and was losing himself in excitement until suddenly his expression froze. He had forgot to reaffirm his grip on the holding and his fingers slipped out of the crevice, with his mouth still wide open from his laughter the rapid water filled that opening and shot him back towards the bottom of the river. Due to the sudden change in events Warrick had a sudden flashback memory of an important lesson his father had taught him a while ago.
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“In this world Warrick there are valiant heroes and sinister villains and a large number of people in between. In your life you will set upon a path which is unique to you and you only, in which i have no say in it, yet there is one thing which you must never be” Therol spoke these words solemnly.
Listening intently Warrick lifted his chest and straightened his back as he waited patiently for his father's next words.
“You must never and i mean never...be a fool”
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Warrick dragged himself to shore and looked off into the distance and remembered the words his father spoke of. At the time he didn't understand but everything was clear now. He hadn't even set out into the word yet had already failed his father. Looking off into the distance he narrowed his eyes and tightly pressed his lips together.
“On this day I, Warrick, proclaim to never be a fool again for as long as i live”
Warrick had said these words seriously yet on a mountain across the waterfall Therol let out a long series of laughter, he hadn't laughed like this in seven years. Maybe it was because of how innocently his son had said these words or because he wanted to enjoy the little time he had left, nevertheless, it felt good to let loose.
“The child is yet but a child”
The one ‘pleasure’ Therol had throughout these past years was to watch Warrick train, he would overlook his training everyday from a distance to see his progress. Although he never personally intervened he didn't want any serious injuries to befall his son and he thoroughly enjoyed watching his son be unrestrained during his exercises.
After composing himself he went into a train of thought as he recalled the earlier events.
“He seems to have stimulated his inheritance, although it was for a bit. Nonetheless it is about time to teach him”