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The Rising Storm: Chapter 1Late summer, 2257 ab urbe Regelli conditaThe Rising Storm: Chapter 1 by Lytrigian
There was an opponent to either side of me as I stood ready and waiting for Master Wei-fus direction. His black robes hung off his bony frame and he leaned on his staff. His sparse beard pointed stiffly at me and his eyes flashed with annoyance in the shadow of his brows.
I was stripped down for exercise. The late afternoon sun is never very warm that time of the year in the mountains when summer is dying and theres a scent of autumn in the air. With the sweat from our earlier passes drying on my skin I was feeling the chill.
Begin! he cried.
My older brothers Calcedor and Tristan began circling me, each looking for an opening. I moved with them, trying to keep track of both at the same time. Other than the shuffle of our bare feet on the sandy ground, there was no other sound in the training yard.
Tris made the first move, dropping low and sweeping for my feet. Idiot. Maybe he thought hed surprise me, but h
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