Journey of Moonlight
By K S Meersman
A Sword of Magic
"It is a fine morning to be on a walk." I thought to myself. I was looking forward to the late afternoon, because today I would receive my own sword. After learning from my uncle Gelmir the ways of the sword and magic. It took 60 years of practice but it was well worth it. I was ready to earn this new sword.
As I came to the stair case that led to the great hall, I ran into Mablung Helyanwe. One of my male friends. He had long light brown hair tied in a low ponytail. His eye color was a forest green. For his outfit he wore a light brown tunic with a dark blue vest over it, and dark brown pants and boots.
He walked towards me, smiled, and said in a friendly tone, "Good morning Isil how are you?"
I smiled back to my friend and said, "Very good Mablung. Just heading up to the great hall. Would you like to come along?"
"Sorry I can't right now. My father wants to see me before the passing of new ages takes place." Said Mablung