The Patchwork Knight (Chapter 24)

Arial had begun focusing more of her time on meditation once we found our own paths to the aether, so my father began training me much harder. We would no longer practice in one location. We would run through the forest in a makeshift war game. One day my father would be the attacker, the next I would. The attacker would leave the village and make their way through the forest before first light. When the sun broke the horizon, the defender was allowed to enter the forest. We could chose any path we wanted to the river. If you got to the river without being attacked, you would chose another path…

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