Not a great distance separated Khard, Feng and the mighty city of Tricland, where Peredur was residing. His childhood he spent studying blades in all their varieties, despite his mother's disapproval, who already had one warrior under the roof and certainly didn't need more. That man was Peredur's father who was impatient enough to start teaching his six year-old son martial arts parallel to showing him the basics of the sword fight. The process was hard for both father and son nevertheless Peredur expressed no lack of motivation during the course. His mother secretly hoped his interests would take a turning point with the age and yet she watched him train every day admiring his mental strength and devotion.
Years passed while Peredur continued mastering his abilities with the same zeal as before if not more. One day his father and him went to the most prominent smith in the province to make an order for a broadsord which would be Peredur's first own weapon he always dreamt of. When the blade was in his hands nothing could separate the couple as training became an essential part of his newly shaped life. And yet one face was looking upon him with passive eyes, wondering deep in her consciousness what her son's destiny could be had he chosen another path. There was no turning back. Peredur had made his choice long ago and there was nothing to lead him out of the way, besides he seemed happy with what he was doing.
Soon his parents would love to sit in the bench just before the back yard and watch their son having his usual practices from lunchtime to late in the evening. They smiled when his words were ringing in their ears - it seemed it was like yesterday when Peredur bravely said he wanted to fight all evil at any cost and never give up. They admired his physical strength which surpassed their expectations as well as his - no one believed he could possibly develop such a muscularity and vigor. Now the heavy sword had the weight more of a feather than a real full-size blade in his mighty arms, against the background of his torso. Peredur swung his sword with such ease, putting so much realism into his movements, that you could actually see the vision his imaginary oponent.
Peredur knew time was coming for him to face the challenge of his courageous dream and come up against the evil he so desperately wanted to smite. On the other hand he was realistic in his judgement knowing this battle would never be easy while one inadvertence could cost him his life. Even so, one thing was certain and that was his resolution what would open the doors for Peredur in his seek for adventures.
He was aware that hard times were ahed so Peredur went on to spend his last days in is home more quietly, carefully preparing his stuff and taking his time to rest.
Years passed while Peredur continued mastering his abilities with the same zeal as before if not more. One day his father and him went to the most prominent smith in the province to make an order for a broadsord which would be Peredur's first own weapon he always dreamt of. When the blade was in his hands nothing could separate the couple as training became an essential part of his newly shaped life. And yet one face was looking upon him with passive eyes, wondering deep in her consciousness what her son's destiny could be had he chosen another path. There was no turning back. Peredur had made his choice long ago and there was nothing to lead him out of the way, besides he seemed happy with what he was doing.
Soon his parents would love to sit in the bench just before the back yard and watch their son having his usual practices from lunchtime to late in the evening. They smiled when his words were ringing in their ears - it seemed it was like yesterday when Peredur bravely said he wanted to fight all evil at any cost and never give up. They admired his physical strength which surpassed their expectations as well as his - no one believed he could possibly develop such a muscularity and vigor. Now the heavy sword had the weight more of a feather than a real full-size blade in his mighty arms, against the background of his torso. Peredur swung his sword with such ease, putting so much realism into his movements, that you could actually see the vision his imaginary oponent.
Peredur knew time was coming for him to face the challenge of his courageous dream and come up against the evil he so desperately wanted to smite. On the other hand he was realistic in his judgement knowing this battle would never be easy while one inadvertence could cost him his life. Even so, one thing was certain and that was his resolution what would open the doors for Peredur in his seek for adventures.
He was aware that hard times were ahed so Peredur went on to spend his last days in is home more quietly, carefully preparing his stuff and taking his time to rest.
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