Its a beautiful morning, it 's the 3rd day of spring and most of the ice had thawed out, rays of light came through a window on to a face of a boy, sleeping demurely.
surely in his mind were pleasent dreams... the door to his room creaeked open, a figure slolw tiptoed towards the boy, whatever it is, the thing stepped heavily as if it was carrying a heavy load, water droplets fell to the floor, the thing stood right beside the boy and SPLASH! the boy was drenched and startled from his sleep. ' damn you ! why in the world did you wake me up like that Vera?' shouted the boy after his friend. the thing was actually his childhood friend Vera Delaqour. He and Vera went way back, they were born in the same hospital, raised on the same house, and both orphans. The boy, Skyfira, whose age was similiar to vera was 14. they grew in thier uncle's farm. thier uncle, Kima, not only took care of them but was also thier sensei it the art of bushido, a fighting technique of which the fighter uses a weapon called a katana. he had taught them all there is to know of thier fighting style and had only one advice, an that is to evolve thier way of fighting to mold with thier natural movement, as if the katana was a part of them. Skyfira, otherwise known as Sky, finished cleaning up after being startled an went down for breakfast. The three of them lived in a large cottage made from clay and wattles, the roof was a thatched roof, one made of straw. Everytime it got broken, it was a hassle to fix it. it would provide endless hours of fun to Sky and Vera. After Sky had finished his breakfast, he packed his stuff and sneaked a loaf of bread into his bag, he strapped up his clothings and went outside. There, three grand stallions stood waiting. Vera mounted on a white one, while Kima rode a dark black one, Sky mounted a beautiful brown one. all three stallions were well taken care of and were impatient to start. on that fateful day, Sky started his journey to complete the shifter sword.
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