Konrad's story Options

[Konji]

I thought I would give it you in bitesize pieces...as I find them easier to read.


-----------------------Konrad’s Story-----------------------
Konrad woke up, slowly opening one of his eyes. He covered his face with his hand, the light of the midday sun burning his eyes. He pushed his bed covers down, his shiny leather tunic visible now. He never really changes his clothes, but has them washed immediately. He got up, sighing and brushing his coal black hair from his eyes.

“Where is father?” Konrad called down as he descended the antique wooden stairs.

“He is already at his school opening, but I didn’t want to wake you,” his mother replied, frowning as she looked up from her lunch. Picking up a slice of bread Konrad broke free of the confinement of his house, blinking ferociously at the revealed light. He looked around, still amazed at the artistry of the buildings surrounding him. He spent many an hour gazing out of the small opening in his room, just marvelling at the wonders of the architects and builders.

He glanced at the position of the sun to confirm his thoughts. “It is late in the day…I must get there if I am to pass the trials,” Konrad mumbled to himself. He raced through the backstreets of the city, passing the many landmarks on the way, and eventually reached his father’s dream…The Blade School.

[Konji]

Took me a while to do this one, but I am pleased with it.

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Konrad walked cautiously over to the Elf, bringing out his blade. Sticking it deeply into the ground beside him he bowed low, keeping his head up.

“Greetings, are you ready for the fight?” he asked as politely as possible. The Mer looked down at him with contempt, his nose held aloft as he sneered.

“I am ready to fight you, for I will brush you off me like a rat. You are a mere child, and I am simply stronger.” The Altmer spoke with an authority about him, obviously the son of a snobby guard or manor owning Lord. Konrad winced at the Elf’s declaration, for it was most likely true that his muscles were less developed than the Mer’s.

Konrad released his sword from the Earth and took a step back, swinging it freely to loosen his arms. The Altmer nodded his head and readied his steel staff, the length of it greater than the tall character. They waited in silence for the call of Leontus then, at command, began the fight.

A few swordsmen who had been knocked out watched impatiently, twiddling their thumbs and punching each other on the arm. They knew neither of the fighting pair, so did not know how good they were. Konrad’s father also watched, rubbing his chin and trying to find any errors.

The Altmer made the first move, spinning around with his staff low in an attempt to sweep Konrad’s legs. Konrad jumped instinctively, then rolled to the right of the Mer and slashed across his shoulder.

The Mer cried out in pain, recoiling from the attack. A trickle of blood ran the length of his arm and snaked its way around the staff. Konrad stepped backwards calmly, not trying to keep an advantage going on in a clean sweep. The yellow ‘bully’ looked at Konrad with a look of slight fear and confusion, his eyes wide while his hand shot up to try and stop the bleeding.

Konrad leapt at him again, slashing a quick ‘K’ across the chest of his opponent. It was quickly unrecognisable with the blood dripping down but it would leave a noteworthy scar. His enemy staggered slightly backwards, a look of horror erupting on his face.

Konrad pressed on, kicking his opponent’s left leg and smacking the bright purple helmet with the butt of the sword. The Elf fell downwards, the helmet bouncing on the tough dirt unthreateningly. Konrad brought up his sword to the Mer’s neck, then drew slight blood.

“Enough!” cried Leontus, running into the arena and helping the Mer up. “You went out of control Konrad, keep your cool.” He walked off, escorting the Elf back to the gates.