My parents always told me I was born to be sword fighter. I was great at sword fighting, I was agile and quick. All my friends looked at me in glory, everyone wanted to be like me. I was the best sword fighter from my village .unfortunately, about the time I turned 14 our kingdom was plunged into war. My father went to war, and he left me and my brother at home to take care of our family. It's been two years since he left. And now I also had to leave.
Everyone starred at me; I couldn't tell if they were scared or surprised. It's not every day you see a tiger with a sword. My kinsmen used axes and claws in battle and rarely ever used shields.
I walked up to an old armadillo leaning on a porch
"Do you know how I could get to Leodel? He looked up at me and saw my sword.
"Well the quickest way is over that mountain, from there you take a boat to ki'jool, should be able to find your way from there"
I thanked him and started to turn when he asked me
"You good with that sword?"
"Best in my vi