One Fateful Day
“I am thinking of leaving my quarterstaff with Hubr,” Kraszad said during coffee time. It had been five days since Jogr started his training in martial arts under Kraszad’s tutelage. Seeing that Magra did not react for some time and seemingly contemplating something, Kraszad grew quiet and had an inquiring look in his eyes. “You can’t,” Magra said after about half a minute later. Kraszad did not reply immediately but waited for Magra to explain further. Magra regarded Kraszad with mixed emotions. She loved her brother dearly and always thought of him as though he was her own blood. Yet, at the same time, there was a gnawing fear that had consumed her during those early years since Kraszad became part of the family. She had since gotten over that fear, knowing that Kraszad would go all
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