Chapter One
Breath in, breath out. This was the mantra running through the mind of this young man. Drak Aronthe was staring himself down, waiting for another attack, a flurry of blows came and he dodged deflected and returned them in kind. It was a method of training in the House of Shadows. Warriors were to summon maintain and train against clones of themselves. Drak was drenched in sweat as he had been training for hours. He had developed a new fighting style and wished to perfect it, he drew deep and gathered energy. Shadows began to elevate of his skin slowly as he took a defensive stance against his clone.
Drak slowly drew back preparing the attack that would hopefully defeat his clone. He entered an offensive pose and his clone come running at him. Drak lazily swept his right hand and the shadow stretched slapping the clone down. But as the clone was just as skilled in combat he was quickly back on his feet. Drak charged forward lightning fast the shadow now forming a large fist and slammed the clone in the chest. The clone coughed up blood it was dead. The clone disappeared and Drak could feel his strength returning to normal. Each clone made divided up his strength but as his strength was above average the amount was practically negligible.
As he prepared to meditate now that his training was done Drak heard someone clapping from the doorway. He turned to see his father standing there, "I'm impressed son but, you should have defeated him sooner."
"I'm sorry father," Drak made a short bow to him.
He let out his famous booming laugh, "Son I'm not mad at you it's your mother. you weren't watching the time again boy it's time for dinner." Drak slapped his forehead in embarrassment.
"I'm truly sorry father, mother's going to kill me when we get home."
"She'll kill us both if we don't hurry," he let out another short laugh no less booming despite it's length. "Get showered off an get home fast okay son."
"Yes sir," Dark nodded and watched as his father vanished in to the shadows. His father had promised Drak would one day master that ability but until then his speed was all he had. Drak bathed and put on his regular clothing. He wore a tunic with a vest over it and light pants with sandals. Drak felt his long hair whip about his face as he ran and could see his house coming up fast. Drak was his father in smaller large almond shaped eyes set on an angular face, his jaw wasn't quite as strong, and he hadn't caught his father in height or broadness of shoulders. Looking at the two you'd have difficulty telling they were father and son rather than brothers.
He skid in to the kitchen almost knocking over his mother and younger sister as they carried plates to the table. "Drak," His mother yelled. "About time you showed up, making me send your father after you." She shook her head but said in a motherly fashion. "I know you've got a brain up there," she thonked him on the head, "how about you use some of it to watch the time."
"Yeah," Drak's sister, or his mothers echo as he preferred to call her. "If we hadn't sent dad you might have just gone hungry."
His mother, "But, we're glad you're home safe and sound." She seemed to remember something, "Oh and a girl from the Light Family is here. She says she here specifically for you such a nice girl Drak helped without even being asked." His mother slapped him on the wrist again, "Why didn't you tell us about her? Or her coming out talking to pretty girls and he doesn't tell his mother or father."
"Mom!" She was embarrassing me on purpose and I already knew why.
"About time you showed up Drak. I thought you were going to keep us waiting." I turned and inevitably Kira was standing there coming from the kitchen with more plates.
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