EVE Fiction

The bruise was black and blue at the left side of his ribs which was caused during a training exercise with his father's templar who was tasked to tutor him. It stung as he tried to do anything that requires mobility with the body. He moved and formed an X with his arms to block the templar's punches, this time the punches was aimed randomly. Two punches which was aimed for the ears, one punch aimed for the ribs again. Braeyon clenched his teeth to stand against the pain, it stung heavily yet he focused to stand on his feet instead of falling down on his back. There was a temporary delay in the templar's attack and Braeyon took a quick sidestep, a swift strike at the templar's ribs and a double push to catch him off-balance. The templar stumbled and was caught off guard with Braeyon putting a foot on his back which causes him to be heaved forward.

To the templar's surprise, he noticed that this young soon-to-be-Holder has been observant on his attack movements and learned quickly by them. The templar wiped his mouth of blood that was there earlier some time during the beginning of the training and he smiled. A nod of approval. Braeyon was breathing heavily due to the intense exercise and lowered his hands to his sides, he was sweating and looked down at his body. The bruise was more salient, it has become more blue than black. He looked up at the templar and nodded in approval.

"You are catching on quickly, sir", he said while moving toward a bench to take a towel and wipe himself off from the sweat all over his upper-body.

"I've learned from the best, templar", he said with a smirk as he approached the bench to open his flask and drink some water from it.

The templar, who served Lord Rebucanus for a long time, was bald and he had a few rinkles on his face, a scar on his cheek which seems to have been a deep wound since ages past and surely had a story to tell of its own. The green eyes of the templar wandered and finally he looked upon Lord Rebucanus' son.

"You remind me of your father when he was about your age, sir, he also showed an exemplary will of making results".

Braeyon looked at the templar with an raised eyebrow, a questioning look on his face.

"Care to elaborate?"

"A show of ambition."

Ah yes, ambition. Braeyon recognized it within his father and he, too, always strived to make noteworthy results. A smirk was formed upon his lips and nodded once more.

"Thank you, templar, rest assured that I am doing my best to become your next liege-lord after my father has passed away and, God forbid, that it will not happen soon."

The old man wiped his face from the sweat and tossed it at the bench, looking at the young pup in front of him with his arms being folded together across his chest.

"It's all God's will, if he should pass away or not, but your father has so much more to do, you and I know it, sir."

Braeyon nodded in agreement, he knew that his father has achieved much over the years while himself being on Luse IV and raised by mother. The sweat drips from his forehead and he wipes it with his own towel. Only now, after a few hours of exercise in melee-to-melee combat, he felt his muscles aching and a faint tiredness.

"We should continue tomorrow, m'lord, it's almost time for supper and I am required elsewhere, permission to leave, m'lord?"

A sigh of relief escaped him and he answered with a nod, the templar responded with a bow and headed for the archway which lead to a corridor. Braeyon sat down at the bench and leaned on his knees, focusing on his breathing and began to roll his shoulders slowly forward and then slowly backwards.

He could feel how tense he was by the shoulders and then he stretches his back, a few faint cracks was sound and he couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved by the feeling.

Braeyon takes a sip from his flask of water, a sip became two and then three sips, he had become thirsty from the workout.

With tired muscles and legs he managed to lift himself from the bench and head for the corridor, taking a right following with a left after a few steps.

There he saw the maids coming out of the kitchen and through the archway leading to the dining room.

He sniffed and could feell the delicious smell, it must be a stew or perhaps something with meat, vegetables... Then it came to his mind that he should take a shower and dress up, he backed away and took a left in the corridor, heading for the room where he changed earlier before his exercise.

As he entered the room he could tell that it was empty besides of his clothes laying on a dark wooden bench and the shower was vacant, he tossed the towel next to the clothes and dropped his pants, proceeding to the shower, pressing a button and twisting it gently to regulate the temperature. It became a hot shower because it was often mentioned to be good for the muscles after a long exposure of pressure.

Braeyon closed his eyes and lifted his face toward the rays of water, putting his hands on the wall ahead of him.

"M-M'lord?"

One of the maid servants was about to enter the room.

"I'm in the shower, what is it?"

"Oh! I-.. The dinner is served, m-m'lord", she said.

"Thank you, I'll dine when I'm done here".

The maid servants has been good to him ever since his sudden appearance at the Rebucanus mansion, they always smiled and seemed to be very polite. Some were younger and some were older than he was. Although there was one maid he seem to talk to often, Ghadina, an Minmatar woman with dark skin as ebon, eyes blue as the clear skies of Luse IV. She was also a bit taller than he was. Ghadina was considered a friend in his part, a well-needed friend during circumstances as this. Braeyon smiled, turned off the shower and went to the bench, dry himself with the towel and began to change before heading to the dining room for supper.