“Hold your point up”
“You’ve neglected your practice”
“Put your shoulder behind your thrust”
“Wait for your moment”
“Any family but that one”
“Hold your tongue”
“Only knights deserve shields”
Kelnyn remembers all the words her sister has ever spoken, the disdain and the poison in every word. Even now, she sees the look in her eyes, the belief the blow was a fluke, or luck. But it isn’t, it’s a result of everything she had ever been taught, everything precious she has retained. The whole contest has been based on achieving this one, perfect moment.
The crowd goes silent as one sister falls, and one stands, both bloodied by the combat they have faced.
Her sister retreats, seemingly without hearing the single whispered sentence, but the crowd hears it…
Dont you see sister? It was never about him? It was always about us…