The young man leaned comfortably against the stone base of the statue, one shoulder resting against the carved leg of the kingdom's first Dragonborn hero. A thick book rested in his hands.
The First War of the Dragonborn Against the Demigod.
He flipped a page calmly, his eyes scanning the old script with quiet focus.
In front of him, however, the courtyard was anything but peaceful.
Two teenagers, both around his age, were locked in a heated duel. Wooden swords clashed again and again, each strike cracking loudly through the courtyard. Neither of them wanted to lose.
"GIVE UP! YOUR FOOTWORK IS AS SLOPPY AS A GOBLIN'S!"
"SHUT UP AND KNEE! I'LL CARVE THAT ARROGANCE OFF YOUR FACE!"
They lunged again, swinging their practice blades with fierce determination. Despite the weapons being simple wood, every swing carried frightening strength. The air rippled from the force of their blows, and the surrounding grass bent and swayed as if caught in a passing gust of wind.
