Chapter 10 - 10: Training (3)

Chapter 10: Chapter 10: Training (3)

Point of View: Emily Von Valeriana

I remember when I was a child, I always knew how to play with my older brother. Every time I got into trouble, my brother stood in front of me, defending me. Every time I was sad, he made me laugh. He was my brother, my pride; I loved him, and he was always there for me.

But things changed. His change in attitude was very strange; I don't know what happened. But I remember that day, it was 10 years ago. For some reason, my parents paid more attention to me than to my brother. It's not that they excluded him, but there was a drastic change in the people around me. They stared at me and whispered, and I felt very uncomfortable, as if all their eyes were constantly watching what I did.

At my tenth birthday party, I was excited and happy, eagerly awaiting my gifts. But I was even more eager for my brother's gift. Time passed, but my brother never showed up to celebrate my birthday. I felt sad, disappointed, and angry. After the party, I went to his room to ask for an explanation, but he didn't come out.

I went back to my room and cried because he didn't pay attention to me. He had never done that before, and it made me feel bad. The next day I saw him in the living room and ran to hug him, but all I got was a resentful and annoyed look. He rejected my hug and left.

With a look of pure hatred that tore me apart inside. The ray of hope that my brother would change shattered that day. Since then, I closed my heart to him.

But there was something I thought would be impossible to happen: he apologized to my father in front of my mother. I was also there and couldn't believe it, but I didn't change my expression. He also asked my father for permission for my teacher to teach him fencing. I thought he had hit his head because he was acting strange, but I ignored it.

He always tried to start a conversation with me, but I ignored him. The next day he arrived at the training ground, and by Miguel's order, he started doing physical exercises. I thought he would get tired and quit, as he always did in the past.

To my surprise, he never stopped training. He always arrived on time and did his exercises every day without fail. I always saw him lying on the ground, breathing deeply, exhausted to the bone, but within a few minutes, he would get up and start again.

This went on for three months, and he never faltered. I was impressed, but he always had a poker face. In these months, he also tried to talk to me. I wanted to respond, but I couldn't. Just remembering the indifference and contempt over the years pierced my heart.

But right now, he's standing in front of me, looking me directly in the eyes with a sword in hand...This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com