Helms ValleyTouren looked into the sunset as he finished his training with his eldest son, Vinon. Despite Vinon being only eleven years old, he was exceptionally skilled in swordsmanship and elven magic. Touren was drained from the sparring with his son who was breaking no sweat. His small figure held the makeshift wooden training sword he had creaed for his son. Vinon was unlike any other shilf he had ever imagined. Maybe it was down to his blood. He had elven blood from his mother Iysedin, and human blood from his father, Touren. Maybe Vinon will one day become the person to unite the humans and the elves.
"That's all for today, son." Touren lowered his wooden sword in defeat. "You beat your aging father again."
"Come on, father" Vinon swung his sword in front of him, in a horizontal slash manner. "Father, I haven't broken a sweat yet."
"Dinner's ready." came a voice from the direction of the hut. It was Vinon's mother. She was dressed in a green blouse and her long white silky hair ran all the way down to her waist. However, that did not hide the pointy ears so evidently of elves. She had a sweet smile and still looked pretty despite her age. She put her hands on her hips and spoke to the father and son.
“Your dad is aging so it’s best for you to go and bathe and have your dinner.” Iysedin spoke. “Or I won’t leave any broth for you.”
“Ok, mom” Vinon tossed the wooden sword to his father and headed for the hut. Iysedin smiled to Touren. “Our son is growing well and strong.” She said to her husband. “Are Baldarov and Carlem back yet?”
“They are back already.” Touren replied. “Carlem went for her bath while Baldarov’s went to check on Tuster. I think I am getting old for my son. He bested me in swordsmanship again today.”
“Vinon is our child and he carries the blood of us. So it is likely he will surpass his father.” Iysedin replied. “We better get going soon if we want our dinner warm.”
“Ok, let’s go.” Touren turned to leave with his wife.
As they turned away towards the hut, Iysedin’s eyes caught a small movement in the trees to her right with the corner of her eyes. Maybe it is just me, she thought.
It was nightfall by the time the children were asleep. Vinon, eleven years of age, was the eldest son of Touren and Iysedin. He was a half-elf because his mother, Iysedin was an elf and his father, Touren was a human. Carlem, 2 years younger, was the second child. She was like any other ordinary human but was remarkably as good as her brother in terms of swordsmanship. The youngest son, Tuster, was only one years old and he was too young to determine what abilities he have. Little did Touren and Iysedin know that these three children will form the fate of the world in the events that was to come.
"That's all for today, son." Touren lowered his wooden sword in defeat. "You beat your aging father again."
"Come on, father" Vinon swung his sword in front of him, in a horizontal slash manner. "Father, I haven't broken a sweat yet."
"Dinner's ready." came a voice from the direction of the hut. It was Vinon's mother. She was dressed in a green blouse and her long white silky hair ran all the way down to her waist. However, that did not hide the pointy ears so evidently of elves. She had a sweet smile and still looked pretty despite her age. She put her hands on her hips and spoke to the father and son.
“Your dad is aging so it’s best for you to go and bathe and have your dinner.” Iysedin spoke. “Or I won’t leave any broth for you.”
“Ok, mom” Vinon tossed the wooden sword to his father and headed for the hut. Iysedin smiled to Touren. “Our son is growing well and strong.” She said to her husband. “Are Baldarov and Carlem back yet?”
“They are back already.” Touren replied. “Carlem went for her bath while Baldarov’s went to check on Tuster. I think I am getting old for my son. He bested me in swordsmanship again today.”
“Vinon is our child and he carries the blood of us. So it is likely he will surpass his father.” Iysedin replied. “We better get going soon if we want our dinner warm.”
“Ok, let’s go.” Touren turned to leave with his wife.
As they turned away towards the hut, Iysedin’s eyes caught a small movement in the trees to her right with the corner of her eyes. Maybe it is just me, she thought.
It was nightfall by the time the children were asleep. Vinon, eleven years of age, was the eldest son of Touren and Iysedin. He was a half-elf because his mother, Iysedin was an elf and his father, Touren was a human. Carlem, 2 years younger, was the second child. She was like any other ordinary human but was remarkably as good as her brother in terms of swordsmanship. The youngest son, Tuster, was only one years old and he was too young to determine what abilities he have. Little did Touren and Iysedin know that these three children will form the fate of the world in the events that was to come.
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