Chapitre 1: Enter Tyrus
This is the story of one of the greatest swordsman you'll ever hear of and how he forms his clan and what happens afterwards. This story will start off when the young warrior was a child and how he began his journey.
"Tyrus! Hurry and get in here so we can eat supper!" Shouts a beautiful woman with ice blue eyes and long black hair. After hearing her shout a young boy with short red hair came running up wearing leather pants and a white shirt and black boots he was no older then 8 years old. His forest green eyes were fixed on his mother, "Coming mom!" He shouts as he runs inside.
As he ran inside he quickly runs over sits down, "Hey mom is dad ever goin to come home?" He asked as she sets a some food down in front of him. She looked very nervous when he asked his question and forced a smile on her face, "I don't know honey just eat." She says as she sits across from him.
After dinner Tyrus was getting ready to undress when he saw a bunch of torches outside his window and his first thought was, "Dads home!" However before he could even think of running out of his room his mother stops him and shoves him back into his room, "Don't come out until they are gone Tyrus!" She ordered as she fixes her gown and walks outside.
Just as she opens the door a man wearing dark metal armor kicks it open and knocks the woman off her feet, "By order of our emperor we are to search any home that was suspected of harboring the known criminal Pyros Sagimon for attempting to murder the emperor and his son! We were told that his wife and child live here so we were also ordered to execute the assassins child as punishment!" The woman jumps up and shouts, "TYRUS RUN!!!" Tyrus hears his mothers yell and panics and attempts to climb out his window.
As he does this he hears the sounds of his mother screaming as the knights did the most horrible things any child could imagine done to his mother. However as Tyrus ran he felt a sharp pain shoot right through his back and looks down seeing a strange metal tip poking out of his chest and some red stuff dripping down into the grass and he suddenly felt very tired and fell over. The last he heard was his mother screaming having managed to somehow get away from the group. He managed to open his eyes and saw his mothers clothes were ripped up and her face was swollen, "Mom who hurt you?!" He wanted to say but the words wouldn't come out and suddenly his eyes clothes and when he managed to open them again he saw his moms body laying over him cold and lifeless.
- 9 years later-
It's been 9 years since that tragic day and somehow Tyrus managed to live thanks to his new master finding his body in time. It was 50/50 that Tyrus would have lived but with Tyrus's new found rush for vengeance not just on the knights that violated and murdered his mother but on his father who not only put them in that situation but also never even showed himself once to rescue either of them.
"Tyrus move it! I want to reach the town of Erathi by night fall!" Shouts a male with long brown hair and a very muscular build and his eyes were hazel. This male had two swords on his back and another on his hip and he wore black pants with boots and a silver top with a leather vest over it. Tyrus had grown to a strong toned man with his hair grown out a bit and stood at 6 feet tall with a katana on his back.
"Coming Master Rathion!" Tyrus shouts and runs up quickly his arms crossed over his chest as Rathion sighs, "Still off in your own little world aren't you?!" Tyrus looks down unable to help himself thinking about that night over and over, "Sorry master it's just that whenever I think about my mother I can't help but want to find those knights and kill every one of them!" Rathion glared and sighs heavily, "I understand your feelings but will killing those men make the pain go away? WIll it bring your poor mother back? Will killing your father help with the grief?" Tyrus growls a bit, "Of course not but doesn't my mom deserve some type of justice!?!" Rathion glared, "Tyrus what was the last thing your mother did before she died!? Do you think your mother was thinking about vengeance? No she was more worried about her only son and used her body to shield you... THink on that when you think about vengeance again." Tyrus clicks his tongue and looks away angered but not having any way to argue back at this point. It was clear Rathion wanted to purge Tyrus of these negative thoughts to get him moving in a proper direction in his life but it doesn't seem to be working as well as he thought.
That night the two had reached a small village called Erathi and the two paid for a Inn and then walked out back where they had some privacy and Rathion drew his sword on his hip which looked pretty old and Tyrus drew his Katana on his back and glared, "Master when are you going to use your two blades on your back?" He asked sounding pretty annoyed, "Well when you manage to push me to the point where I need them I'll use them." Rathion replies as he gets into his stance and Tyrus grumbles as he does the same.
Tyrus lunges forward swiftly the tip of his blade aimed right at Rathions chest who simply grinned and side steps and swats the blade of Tyrus down into the dirt. The force of the lunge caused the hilt of Tyrus's sword to jolt from his hands and slammed into his gut knocking the wind out of him. Rathion simply sighs shaking his head, "Your move was to predictable and your grip on the sword was sloppy... Honestly your emotions are holding you back more then helping you grow as a swordsman Tyrus." Tyrus glared as he grabs his sword and spins around aiming his next attack at Rathions side who easily redirects the attack upward and moves in the edge of the blade pressed to Tyrus's neck, "Calm yourself Tyrus you're to angry!" Tyrus growls growing more flustered with each passing moment and starts swinging wildly now which made it very easy for Rathion who was trained to use his enemies emotions against them to deflect and dodge Tyrus's attacks. He then disarms Tyrus and slams the flat side of the blade across Tyrus's face, "Tyrus! That's enough!" Tyrus stumbles back realizing what he had done and knew that he was in for it now. Rathion puts his blade away and takes Tyrus's sword, "You are going back to a wooden blade until you prove you're worthy of wielding a real one! You have greatly disappointed me tonight Tyrus go reflect on your actions." Rathion then walks away as Tyrus looked down at the ground now more angry at himself then anything.
As Tyrus comes into the room he simply walks to the bed and kicks off his boots and lays down sleeping without saying a word. He knew what he had to do without being told anything. He didn't even want to eat anything he just wanted to rest.
That morning Tyrus woke up and his master was gone leaving a note saying he had to discuss important matters with a friend so he was free until this afternoons training and Tyrus smirks, "Finally! I can relax and take in the sights!" Tyrus quickly ate some breakfast and sighs having to take the wooden sword as punishment he looks kind of hurt but decides he would prove he was worthy tonight once his master came back. He grins and runs outside to explore the village although it was small he was still curious as to what kind of people lived here since he only knew what he had seen under his masters watchful eyes.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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