Callin (temprary name)

I have only just started this story, there are still a ton of things that I don't know will happen in the story.

"Get up boy" My fathers voice finally pulled me back into consciousness and with his voice, the throbbing of my jaw "that was a little cheap don't you think?" My mother chided him. I help up my hand " it's fine mother, I let my guard down" I said as I slowly stood up rubbing my jaw, "fine" my mother scoffed, I smiled and returned my focus back to my father. "very good Callin you are learning" he growled at me as he resumed his stance "Pick up your sword and we shall continue" I leaned down and grabbed my sword, if you could call it  that, it was only a firm oak branch with a cross piece of wood strapped to it by leather twine to protect the users hands. I straightened up and rolled my shoulders as I took my stance, my father scoffed as I readied myself, and he had every right to, it was a unique stance that no one but myself used. I held my sword in my left hand, but let the blade drop down at an angle, but instead of it pointing forward or out to the left, I held it in such a way that the blade rested behind my legs, I kept my right arm up and bent in front of my chest, on my forearm rested a thick iron bracer with fur lining the inside, it was initially meant only as minor protection but I had learn to use it to deflect attacks, I used no shield, just like my father, it was a family tradition passed down for generations, a shield was a sign of weakness, people saw it as you not being strong enough to protect yourself. My fathers stance on the other hand was traditional, he kept the left side of his body towards his opponent making himself as small of a target as possible. his sword was held back towards his right side with his arms bent so that the hilt rested near his shoulder and his blade towered above him, A true knight of the old order. The sound of my fathers feet shifting in the sand brought back my concentration just in time for me to hear him let out a battle cry and charge towards me.

I slowly opened my eyes as I woke from the sweet caress of old dreams and memories, I layed in bed staring up at the solid colourless brick ceiling, the same brick that made up the three walls and floor of the small cell that had become my home for the past two weeks. my bed was nothing more than stone slab that jutted out from the wall, my business was to be done in nothing more than a leaky bucket in the corner, sighing I sat up and tossed me legs over the edge of the stone. "today is the day" I mumbled to myself as I stood up and stretched, trying to relieve some of  the tightness that had built up from the stone as I slept. Rolling my shoulders I made shuffled the few steps needed to access my bucket and continued my morning routine, retying my pants I glanced down at the shackles that bound my legs so I could barely walk, "Where the hell am I gonna go?" I mumbled to myself as my gaze fell upon the two inch thick steel bars that made up the fourth wall and door of my cell "Not like I could escape" I looked at the floor and laughed. "Awake already are we?" a voice said, I didn't  have to look up to know who was walking down the hallway towards me, "ah brother!" I exclaimed as I stood, raising my head to look at the man "How nice of you to visit" I faked a smile at him as he came to stand in front of me. this mans name was Rohtan,, he was a general in the kings army, with almost almond skin and a face that looked as if it had been shaped from marble, his eyes almost glowed green when he looked at you, he had long black hair tied back into a pony tail, he was the epitome of what of what our people believed the gods looked like. 

Author's Note

please note that I have been out of school for almost two years, I apologize for any miss spelling or grammatical errors