Eron
I ducked as the silver blade whistled past my ear, close enough that I felt the air displace against my skin. Without thinking, I dropped to the ground, rolled, and came up with my palm thrust forward, sending a burst of concentrated starlight directly at Leaf's chest.
The high elf sidestepped with frustrating ease, his long white-blond hair—so similar to mine—barely disturbed by the movement. His amber eyes narrowed in assessment.
"Better," he conceded, twirling his blade into its sheath in one fluid motion. "But you're still telegraphing your intentions, young prince."
I blew a strand of hair from my eyes, trying not to show how winded I was. "Maybe if we took a break once in a while, I wouldn't be."
"Your enemies won't offer breaks," came the reply I'd heard a thousand times b
