The Blade Summoner

A few years have passed since I began training, my strength surpassed my brothers by far. The last score we got was forty-seven to twenty, so it didn't really make sense to keep training with Christian. Gus was still able to keep up, which is why we trained together really often. Every day for at least three hours we trained.

If it was running, Gus was several rounds behind me, but in terms of swordplay he beat me up. Countless of times my attack got blocked and his sword reached my throat right after, I learned much about ways to evade counters this way. It was a bit frustrating, so I planned to learn to lure him into a trap - a faint. If he raises his sword without blocking mine I would be the one coming out on top.

The plan worked perfectly, the chances for either of us shifted to a fifty fifty slowly. At the end of the day, we were always tired, but he had the advantage with Marina taking care of him. She unknowingly became part of our group, joking around with us and sometimes joining us for a fight. She managed to keep up, but always lost.

This was the one thing we didn't make fun about. No one blames someone for trying and failing. But if someone refuses to try, we bring him to do it.

Days end with a repetitive pattern. I go home, as Gus and Marina go into his house. They became rather close lately...

This was how things were going for quite some time, on Gus birthday it had the first change for quite some time. Gus' fourteenth birthday was also the day he announced his engagement to Marina, to me the change was little. She was still watching us train, she still made us snacks and Gus still trained with me.

Differences were only noticeable on the pause days, because she started to come along. I didn't mind, she fit great with Gus. Which is probably why I grew to like her too. As a friend of course.

Our last day together was soon to come, even though there was no sign of change yet. Looking back, it got more and more rare to see my father - my mother was nowhere to be found at all. And the way Christopher behaved changed a bit awell. His enthusiastic and happy nature transformed to a rough, sarcastic and aggressive one.

Puberty was the way we called it, but deep in our hearts we knew something was wrong.

But for now it continues at it was. Waking up in the morning glow, going to get breakfast then leave to meet Gus and train. Eat at their home, then come back to train a little more, then washing myself and sleeping. At my sixteenth birthday the changes began to hit me one after another.

Mother not leaving her room, father looking more grim and Christopher mistreating commoners and servants. From my little podium for my speech, I saw Christopher hitting a plate out of a servants hand, then requesting her to clean it up. This wasn't all, he spread the food with his feet and laughed.

What happened to him?