Jak, Haddo: The Weave part 1
Jak & Haddo: The Weave. By Joseph Nelson.
Standing alone, Haddo took a deep, cleansing breath of morning air, and raised his sword. He could tell it was a grand weapon, even though he had little experience with such things. The intricate Elven scrollwork on the curved blade of the scimitar, the keen edge of which was sharp enough to slice through wood core with relative ease, all of it spoke to him, reminding him that this was no toy or practice sword. This was an instrument of violence. And in trained hands, it could wreak unimaginable havoc. In Haddo's grasp, however, it was clumsy and more dangerous to himself than to any opponent.
The sun was rising through a thin layer of mist, giving everything a warm glow. The woods were alive with the bright chirping of birds and the frantic rustles of small creatures waking up to face another beautiful summer day. Haddo had already been awake for some time now, in the quiet grey hour