Sandstone-Shadow
A chickadee in love with the sky
- Pronoun
- she/her
So, this is the first chapter of the story I'm dubbing Swordplay for now. I wrote it in a bit of a different style than I normally do, so comments on the style would be nice.
Also, I know that there's a lot of missing details right now, like what the Sun Festival is and such. Starting in Chapter Two I'm going to start revealing more of that information, so please comment on what needs clarifying and explaining. =D Thanks guys!
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The shriek of steel grinding against steel made Josh wince painfully.
“No, Josh, you know better than that!” Matthew sounded exasperated. He stepped back from the fighting stance, the blade in his hand swinging gracefully down to his side.
Josh pulled away as well. His right arm collapsed, the chrome-colored sword clenched in his hand feeling like a sack of bricks. Stabbing it into the earth, Josh groaned and grasped his right arm with his left.
Matthew looked on disapprovingly. He carefully slipped his sword into a sheath strapped to the black belt around his waist. The sand-colored sheath masked the golden brilliance of Matthew’s sword. “What’s wrong with you today?”
Half-growling, Josh said, “I’m tired. There’s only so much practicing we can do in one day, Matthew!”
Any shred of sympathy that was left in Matthew’s eyes evaporated. “Obviously you need the practice if you can’t even avoid the dissonances!”
Josh’s arms swung out in rage. A throb of soreness burst into his sword arm. “It’d be easy if you let me rest!”
Matthew’s eyes blazed, and in one fluid second he was in Josh’s face, gripping the younger boy by the shoulders. His voice became soft and tense, fury crackling behind each syllable. “Listen to me. The Turning Sun Festival is in exactly two-” his hands tightened, sending aches running down Josh’s right arm, “-and a half-” Matthew’s fingernails dug through the light shirt into Josh’s skin, “weeks.” Matthew shook Josh once.
In retaliation Josh jerked back, trying to wrench himself free from Matthew’s iron grip. He didn’t try again after failing the first time; instead, he stared up at Matthew with eyes flashing venom.
“If we’re not ready in time for the Sun Festival, then everything we’ve been working on will have been pointless. Pointless!”
Josh rolled his eyes, refusing to look up again at Matthew’s reddening face.
“And this is my last year here. If we fail, I’ll never have this chance again.”
Oh, so it’s all about you now? Josh seethed, wanting nothing more than to break free and bury his sword ten miles underneath the tallest tree in the forest.
“So if you’re not going to do this for yourself, do it for me. Please.” Matthew’s voice almost softened on the last word, so Josh could almost think of him as the friend, the mentor, he had once been. Then Matthew gently released Josh, his hands lingering lightly for just a moment before he swiveled away and vanished into the woods.
Josh stood quietly, fists closed. He yanked his sword out of the ground, held it for a moment, then drove it back in. Frustration spiked through him as he tugged it out of the ground one more time, staggering backwards with the extra momentum. He jammed the blade into a thin sheath along his side, narrowing his eyes at the harsh grating it made. Then he stalked off into the darkening forest, pointedly going the opposite direction from Matthew.
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Probably pretty short, but... comments please? ^^
Also, I know that there's a lot of missing details right now, like what the Sun Festival is and such. Starting in Chapter Two I'm going to start revealing more of that information, so please comment on what needs clarifying and explaining. =D Thanks guys!
~~~~~
The shriek of steel grinding against steel made Josh wince painfully.
“No, Josh, you know better than that!” Matthew sounded exasperated. He stepped back from the fighting stance, the blade in his hand swinging gracefully down to his side.
Josh pulled away as well. His right arm collapsed, the chrome-colored sword clenched in his hand feeling like a sack of bricks. Stabbing it into the earth, Josh groaned and grasped his right arm with his left.
Matthew looked on disapprovingly. He carefully slipped his sword into a sheath strapped to the black belt around his waist. The sand-colored sheath masked the golden brilliance of Matthew’s sword. “What’s wrong with you today?”
Half-growling, Josh said, “I’m tired. There’s only so much practicing we can do in one day, Matthew!”
Any shred of sympathy that was left in Matthew’s eyes evaporated. “Obviously you need the practice if you can’t even avoid the dissonances!”
Josh’s arms swung out in rage. A throb of soreness burst into his sword arm. “It’d be easy if you let me rest!”
Matthew’s eyes blazed, and in one fluid second he was in Josh’s face, gripping the younger boy by the shoulders. His voice became soft and tense, fury crackling behind each syllable. “Listen to me. The Turning Sun Festival is in exactly two-” his hands tightened, sending aches running down Josh’s right arm, “-and a half-” Matthew’s fingernails dug through the light shirt into Josh’s skin, “weeks.” Matthew shook Josh once.
In retaliation Josh jerked back, trying to wrench himself free from Matthew’s iron grip. He didn’t try again after failing the first time; instead, he stared up at Matthew with eyes flashing venom.
“If we’re not ready in time for the Sun Festival, then everything we’ve been working on will have been pointless. Pointless!”
Josh rolled his eyes, refusing to look up again at Matthew’s reddening face.
“And this is my last year here. If we fail, I’ll never have this chance again.”
Oh, so it’s all about you now? Josh seethed, wanting nothing more than to break free and bury his sword ten miles underneath the tallest tree in the forest.
“So if you’re not going to do this for yourself, do it for me. Please.” Matthew’s voice almost softened on the last word, so Josh could almost think of him as the friend, the mentor, he had once been. Then Matthew gently released Josh, his hands lingering lightly for just a moment before he swiveled away and vanished into the woods.
Josh stood quietly, fists closed. He yanked his sword out of the ground, held it for a moment, then drove it back in. Frustration spiked through him as he tugged it out of the ground one more time, staggering backwards with the extra momentum. He jammed the blade into a thin sheath along his side, narrowing his eyes at the harsh grating it made. Then he stalked off into the darkening forest, pointedly going the opposite direction from Matthew.
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Probably pretty short, but... comments please? ^^
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