Winter 12, 514 AV
Nineteen years old. When people asked Light how old he was, many would say nineteen. And on queue with everyone else, at the same time, those people would laugh. "You?! Nineteen and a threat?!"
Light did not like those words, but what was he to do? He was not seen as a force to reckon with, not even when he held his bastard sword in his fingers. He was taller, robust in manly figure, and extremely strong; yet still no one respected his authority. So what could he possibly do to make himself seen as a threat?!
"Become stronger, and make everyone who laughs at you kneel to your feet," his father said when asked. The man believed entirely of the ways of domination. He would often argue for days on how the Ebonstryfe should full-fill Rhysol's mission by storming into cities and showing true power. Soundings of a psychotic man right? But he was an amazing leader and a great father, so Light would be foolish to not listen to him.
"So, how can I possibly get stronger?"
His father did not answer this question, which by doing so gave Light the answer he needed. Although the man did not say it, Light knew. "Okay, I will figure it out on my own. You don't need to give me the silent treatment until I do."
Nothing.
Stubborn man, Light brooded. So, Light did a few looking around, asking questions on what would be the best way to get stronger to his friends. Most of his friends where Ebonstryfe soldiers, already past the rank of Apprentice. Light was always jealous of this. Even though he went through the same training as everyone, he had lost his apprenticeship and skills after unfortunate events, so he had to start over from square one while everyone kept moving forward, gaining ranks along their road of life. While he was training, they were protecting.
His friends had offered to train him when ever he was ready. He had made a date, they had set an area to meet, and now all that was needed was for Light to train.
That day had come fast, and Light was nothing but ecstatic for it. He had donned his white undershirt and black pants, that being his only training outfit for the moment. He had left all items at home excepts his water skin, and he had begun jogging towards the meeting center. He moved into the Vitrax , getting in with no problem due to his family connections (His father and grandfather were well respected, his mother well loved).
He prepared himself for an extensive training by stretching, then continued on his way towards the hall. Unfortunately, something had to ruin his training moment! A note was attached to the door to the training hall, labeled specifically for Light. He removed the small tack that was holding the letter then read:
Light wrinkled his brow, growing agitated by his friends show of disgust and weakness. If they did not want the creature to remain, then why not just kill it instead of making this big fuss?! He didn't like it, what his friends had just done. They abandoned him due to a lowly animal? A critter by the looks of it. A critter who could be easily killed or released into the wild without harm! This made Light seethe for a moment before he barged into the training hall. If the soldiers did not want to deal with the pest, then he will. He will move his almond green eyes all around the hall, search for the pest, then capture it and set it free. Simple, clear, and easy.
When Light moved inside he soon discovered that there was no low life animal inside the hall, no pest that could be easily snared by the tail and dragged outside and into the wild. All he discovered was a dark humanoid figure.
Nineteen years old. When people asked Light how old he was, many would say nineteen. And on queue with everyone else, at the same time, those people would laugh. "You?! Nineteen and a threat?!"
Light did not like those words, but what was he to do? He was not seen as a force to reckon with, not even when he held his bastard sword in his fingers. He was taller, robust in manly figure, and extremely strong; yet still no one respected his authority. So what could he possibly do to make himself seen as a threat?!
"Become stronger, and make everyone who laughs at you kneel to your feet," his father said when asked. The man believed entirely of the ways of domination. He would often argue for days on how the Ebonstryfe should full-fill Rhysol's mission by storming into cities and showing true power. Soundings of a psychotic man right? But he was an amazing leader and a great father, so Light would be foolish to not listen to him.
"So, how can I possibly get stronger?"
His father did not answer this question, which by doing so gave Light the answer he needed. Although the man did not say it, Light knew. "Okay, I will figure it out on my own. You don't need to give me the silent treatment until I do."
Nothing.
Stubborn man, Light brooded. So, Light did a few looking around, asking questions on what would be the best way to get stronger to his friends. Most of his friends where Ebonstryfe soldiers, already past the rank of Apprentice. Light was always jealous of this. Even though he went through the same training as everyone, he had lost his apprenticeship and skills after unfortunate events, so he had to start over from square one while everyone kept moving forward, gaining ranks along their road of life. While he was training, they were protecting.
His friends had offered to train him when ever he was ready. He had made a date, they had set an area to meet, and now all that was needed was for Light to train.
That day had come fast, and Light was nothing but ecstatic for it. He had donned his white undershirt and black pants, that being his only training outfit for the moment. He had left all items at home excepts his water skin, and he had begun jogging towards the meeting center. He moved into the Vitrax , getting in with no problem due to his family connections (His father and grandfather were well respected, his mother well loved).
He prepared himself for an extensive training by stretching, then continued on his way towards the hall. Unfortunately, something had to ruin his training moment! A note was attached to the door to the training hall, labeled specifically for Light. He removed the small tack that was holding the letter then read:
Yo Lighty dice! Listen man, I was so pumped to train with you, but someone, or should I say some animal, has slithered itself into the training hall. It's a vile creature, too vile for the likes of me to handle. I can't even believe they allowed it in the ebonstryfe! Anyways, maybe we could train next time when that thing is not in there.
Light wrinkled his brow, growing agitated by his friends show of disgust and weakness. If they did not want the creature to remain, then why not just kill it instead of making this big fuss?! He didn't like it, what his friends had just done. They abandoned him due to a lowly animal? A critter by the looks of it. A critter who could be easily killed or released into the wild without harm! This made Light seethe for a moment before he barged into the training hall. If the soldiers did not want to deal with the pest, then he will. He will move his almond green eyes all around the hall, search for the pest, then capture it and set it free. Simple, clear, and easy.
When Light moved inside he soon discovered that there was no low life animal inside the hall, no pest that could be easily snared by the tail and dragged outside and into the wild. All he discovered was a dark humanoid figure.
