Skysin Rillem-
It's been three years since we made that promise, and to be perfectly honest, training was more of a nightmare. Dad's an entirely different person when he teaches me. I began having flashbacks, trying to evade his vigorous attacks using wooden swords.
At that time, the nice, cool breeze flowed through my untamed golden hair, while I was seated on a brown blanket, under the shade of a tree in our large yard. Only wearing a pair of black baggy pants. I watched mom and dad stretch while they were in the middle of the bright green land, preparing for a sparring match. Dad is shirtless, displaying his slim-athletic body. A few scars around his stomach and muscular arms. Simply clothed in black harem pants.
Mom tied her long hair into a ponytail. Wearing a jade crop-top that hu
