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Time transcended and yet it seemed like no time had passed at all. The knight and the Dragonborn were both sitting in what seemed a translucent room that glimmered every so often. The Dragonborn had now memorized every single detail of the knight in training. From his scuff wore out boots made from leather and copper, they had a shiny brown on them due to the copper and the rest was the simple leather brown which any peasant can afford. He was wearing normal training pants which were heavier than most, which means he was training resistance. The odd piece was the kurta he was wearing because that is not from the land they were in. He was also wearing a worn-out scarf with some celtic symbols which were made with golden silk embroidered in it. He was wearing some leather bracers which had what appeared to be alchemic symbols, no doubt reinforced by the king’s mages. His hands were covered in small scars which he had practiced the bow from a very young age, his family must be hunters of some sort. But what do they hunt, with those clothes there not much hunting being done.
The Dragonborn pondered for a few years, he noticed that since they got trapped the knight in training had closed his eyes. He was curious what color they were that would tell him what land he hailed from. The color of his hair had turned white but he still looked young, before being here he remembered it being dark hair. The knight in training had a necklace that was nothing more than string and a jade stone tied around it, anyone with a few coins can get those he thought. His skin was not so light and not so dark, hard to point out where he was from and what ancestors were connected to him. “This boy, this mere boy defeated me with a magic arrow and a bow, how?” The Dragonborn thought to himself.
He looked carefully at the bow and noticed it was well crafted. The wood was elven from the careful wood ridges and how sturdy it looked. The string looked like it was made from the strongest tread and shines like silver. There is a claw on both ends of the bow, clearly a mark from the smith who made it. There were markings around the handle that he could not make out since the knight in training was covering them. “So much detail on that bow, which makes it not ordinary. Must be from the king's sacred collection”, thought The Dragonborn.
More time had passed and The Dragonborn had observed everything he could about the boy. Finally, The Dragonborn spoke “hey! Boy” his voice echoed in the whole space. The knight in training slowly opened his eyes, they were heavy like he was carrying the weight of the world on them. So much had passed that the knight in training had forgotten the warnings from the king’s mages. His eyes were fully opened and it all came back to him.
“Remember lad should you strike that monster you must close your eyes, should you open them the magic will come undone. While you are there time will be irrelevant, you might age slowly too. You cannot open your eyes or be the end of your world”, said one of the king’s mages “Also no other magic can be used unless you open your eye. Sanin are you listening to us”, said another mage. “Sanin!”. The knight in training looked straight into the eyes of The Dragonborn and it all became clear for The Dragonborn. “You!” screamed “I know those yellow eyes anywhere”, yellow eyes that shined like a star, as if he could contain a fire within them. “You hailed from the East do you not, and that is a sacred bow is it not, and you are not a mere boy”, said The Dragonborn. “That is all true, I am Sanin the Dragon Slayer”. As he said that the whole place started to shake.
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