Spring, 1, 499
Alexis found himself sitting on his bare bed within his new home. So much had happened in the past few weeks he just lost track of it all as he looked at his hands that laid within his lap.
The death of his parents, the joining of the Shinya, the learning of fighting and putting in work to become a better person and the new life just seemed like a dream to him. Maybe even a nightmare as his pale green eyes looked about his new home. The room laid bare of any items besides a small plant that showed no life. He was told it had flower seeds and it was up to him to keep the plant alive and tend to it while he adjusted to his new life.
He was told it had common seeds from around the area and he would be tasked to grow the plant. He was not sure if it really was a task he had to perform or just something to help keep him on some type of schedule to help with the changes in his life. He just did not know what to do with it but he figured learning by trial and error would be best right now as he thought back to the past few weeks as they were turning more into a lucid dream in his mind.
His parents had passed away. That alone cut deep inside his heart. Yet how did he really feel about it all? He was not sure as his head turned to a chest at the end of his bed. Inside that chest held his belongings that he took with him. One of which was a shortbow with his name carved into it as a gift from last year. He never really used it as he just never found time to learn it with his parents. Guess he would have to learn it one day or forever to collect dust.
Laying against the chest was a blade that was held by a dark leather sheath. When he came he was asked what he thought a good weapon would be and for reasons unknown to him he had picked something called a falchion with the single edge blade going towards a slight curve near the endpoint with the other side dull. He never really knew why but he liked the design of it and liked the idea of using the dull side if he could keep someone alive in a fight yet he was told quickly that a real fight would not end like a children's story.
At last the young boy moved off the bed and grabbed the sword. Slowly pulling it free from the sheath that it came with and kept forgetting how heavy it felt in his thin arms. This sword was made for an adult but he was told he would grow into it. He could go with other weapons of choice if he wanted but was told that either way he would learn combat due to the world was not a friendly place and he had to be better if he was to keep it safe from harm.
His arms struggled as he used both hands to lift and swing the blade in his room. From right to left movement in the air but he could only do it a couple of times before placing it on the bed. He felt weak but was the weakness just in his lack of real strength or did the past take its own toll on his body that he was not aware of? He was not sure as he looked towards the ground.
He had to get better.
That was all that mattered to him. He held that thought in his mind as he took a seat on the ground. One of the things he was taught already was to focus on his own mind and focus on meditation first and foremost. He had to be in control in the end and this he found helped him stay on task whatever that task would be.
He still felt it was hard to really do this as he closed his eyes and slowly breathed in. He could have easily gone outside or to the others and did this in a group setting but right now he wanted to be alone. Alone with his thoughts and away from people right now.
Alexis thought back on his first lesson weeks ago on doing this. He was told to think of his thoughts as a river and let the thoughts come and go without forcing them. Just become one with the river and watch the thoughts fade past.
Was much easier said than done he thought as he moved his hands in his hand. His left thumb nail rubbing along the back of his right thumb as he focused on his breathing. Making effort to breathe slowly in and out and try to keep a steady pace up on that.
How did he feel about this place? Becoming a Shinya? He really did not give it much thought but so far he wanted to become one but why? What was the real reason? Deep down he was not sure but he wanted to make sure no one would live in fear for that fear could come from outside the city or inside.
That thought came and passed as he reflected on that in the river of thoughts as he became just a small pebble in his mind watching things go by. He was just a child he knew but it felt like his life has been turned upside down and he had to grow up quickly if he wanted to make it work.
His fear was failing and just becoming an outcast. If he could not perform the task that was called for as a Shinya he would have to leave this city and that meant death to him. He would not let that happen as he let out a slow deep breath that he found himself holding in.
Relax. He thought as he breathed back in slowly in his nose and out of his mouth. He would not fail. Could not. No matter what.
Alexis found himself sitting on his bare bed within his new home. So much had happened in the past few weeks he just lost track of it all as he looked at his hands that laid within his lap.
The death of his parents, the joining of the Shinya, the learning of fighting and putting in work to become a better person and the new life just seemed like a dream to him. Maybe even a nightmare as his pale green eyes looked about his new home. The room laid bare of any items besides a small plant that showed no life. He was told it had flower seeds and it was up to him to keep the plant alive and tend to it while he adjusted to his new life.
He was told it had common seeds from around the area and he would be tasked to grow the plant. He was not sure if it really was a task he had to perform or just something to help keep him on some type of schedule to help with the changes in his life. He just did not know what to do with it but he figured learning by trial and error would be best right now as he thought back to the past few weeks as they were turning more into a lucid dream in his mind.
His parents had passed away. That alone cut deep inside his heart. Yet how did he really feel about it all? He was not sure as his head turned to a chest at the end of his bed. Inside that chest held his belongings that he took with him. One of which was a shortbow with his name carved into it as a gift from last year. He never really used it as he just never found time to learn it with his parents. Guess he would have to learn it one day or forever to collect dust.
Laying against the chest was a blade that was held by a dark leather sheath. When he came he was asked what he thought a good weapon would be and for reasons unknown to him he had picked something called a falchion with the single edge blade going towards a slight curve near the endpoint with the other side dull. He never really knew why but he liked the design of it and liked the idea of using the dull side if he could keep someone alive in a fight yet he was told quickly that a real fight would not end like a children's story.
At last the young boy moved off the bed and grabbed the sword. Slowly pulling it free from the sheath that it came with and kept forgetting how heavy it felt in his thin arms. This sword was made for an adult but he was told he would grow into it. He could go with other weapons of choice if he wanted but was told that either way he would learn combat due to the world was not a friendly place and he had to be better if he was to keep it safe from harm.
His arms struggled as he used both hands to lift and swing the blade in his room. From right to left movement in the air but he could only do it a couple of times before placing it on the bed. He felt weak but was the weakness just in his lack of real strength or did the past take its own toll on his body that he was not aware of? He was not sure as he looked towards the ground.
He had to get better.
That was all that mattered to him. He held that thought in his mind as he took a seat on the ground. One of the things he was taught already was to focus on his own mind and focus on meditation first and foremost. He had to be in control in the end and this he found helped him stay on task whatever that task would be.
He still felt it was hard to really do this as he closed his eyes and slowly breathed in. He could have easily gone outside or to the others and did this in a group setting but right now he wanted to be alone. Alone with his thoughts and away from people right now.
Alexis thought back on his first lesson weeks ago on doing this. He was told to think of his thoughts as a river and let the thoughts come and go without forcing them. Just become one with the river and watch the thoughts fade past.
Was much easier said than done he thought as he moved his hands in his hand. His left thumb nail rubbing along the back of his right thumb as he focused on his breathing. Making effort to breathe slowly in and out and try to keep a steady pace up on that.
How did he feel about this place? Becoming a Shinya? He really did not give it much thought but so far he wanted to become one but why? What was the real reason? Deep down he was not sure but he wanted to make sure no one would live in fear for that fear could come from outside the city or inside.
That thought came and passed as he reflected on that in the river of thoughts as he became just a small pebble in his mind watching things go by. He was just a child he knew but it felt like his life has been turned upside down and he had to grow up quickly if he wanted to make it work.
His fear was failing and just becoming an outcast. If he could not perform the task that was called for as a Shinya he would have to leave this city and that meant death to him. He would not let that happen as he let out a slow deep breath that he found himself holding in.
Relax. He thought as he breathed back in slowly in his nose and out of his mouth. He would not fail. Could not. No matter what.