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The Fourth Nation: Chapter 1 (part 2)

Rayon ran around his house packing supplies into a backpack that he thought he would need. He soon finished, for he had little possessions, and then he took his sword and left his house. He quickly ran to his girlfriend’s house and knocked twice. Shiba came to the door packed and ready to go. Her pack was smaller but she carried leather armor and a staff in hand. She yelled farewell to her parents.

“Wait!!!” Her mother cried, and she came hurrying over carrying a small bundle. She handed it to her daughter, squeezed Shiba tightly, and then turned and walked away. She was holding back tears the whole time.

“Ready,” he asked. Knowing that they might never return to their village.

“I’ll follow you,” was all she said. They walked in silence toward the eastern gate of the city. They stopped and turned to look back on their village again.

Then they left.

They walked southeast toward the mountain in which they would find the stones Rayon would have to choose from. As it grew darker they found a place to camp and made a fire.

“I never knew you could fight with a staff,” declared Rayon. He stared for a moment and then went back to sharpening his sword.

“Yeah, I never really wanted anyone to know.” She said reaching through her leather pouch for some food. Then she saw the bundle. She took it out and carefully unwrapped it.

She gasped.

“What is it?” Asked Rayon, standing to his feet.

“It’s my oldest family heirloom, said to have to have been used by the first king ever.” She said shaking. It was old, yet it still gleamed majestically. It was a dagger, but it seemed to be so much more.
Rayon stood and picked up a short thick stick.

“Shall we train?” He offered, taking a battle stance. Shiba grabbed her staff and the both struck quickly and powerfully at each other.

“Don’t expect me to hold back,” Shiba said boldly. She leapt backward and jumped over Rayon’s head and attempted to strike his back. Rayon quickly whirled around and barely blocked. They continued taking turns attacking and blocking. After a short while, Rayon collapsed and settled down for the night.

“Great fighting,” he said rubbing an arm she had hit with her staff. “We’ll need to be well rested for tomorrow.” He said, and with that they put out the fire and went to sleep.

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