At first it was hard, intensive work, and he would be harsh on me but giving up never crossed my mind. He taught me how to punch and kick efficiently. You can punch and kick but if you leave yourself open then you can also be punched and kicked at. He would say then relentlessly punch or hit me when he could. He soon taught me to block after that and different movements of punches and kicks. I would practice for several hours after dark letting the movements flow out me as I pretended to hit and kick at an unknown enemy. Sometimes as I was out there I thought I heard whispers out in the forest but when I try to focus my hearing it wouldn’t be there.
After 6 months of training at fighting, Samith gave me a sword and told me to swing it. Each time I would get it wrong and he would tell me to do it again. I soon practiced swinging the sword along with my movements of fighting and when he asked me to swing the sword again the next week he clapped his hands. We didn’t talk much during my time with him but what he did say was instructions on training. He told me that dagger movements were done almost the same way but since they are smaller they have to be used differently also. Training with a dagger was easier than with a sword because I could hold a dagger better than I could hold a heavy sword. After 2 years even holding a sword was getting easier to the point where my muscles no longer strain from a couple movements. I was a lot stronger than I was and I could almost beat Samith when we parry with swords and fists.
When I was eight he took me out and I got ready for the usual training but he told me to relax. He took out his dagger and rose up a skeleton. I fell back unprepared then I got up to view the clean, white bones, the hollow eyes that followed me, and the long sword in the right hand. I marveled at how it could stand up and how such a heavy weapon without any muscles or skin. A real skeleton strong and powerful, something very destructive but as I looked harder I noticed what held it up. It wasn’t real and it depended on the power of the necromancer to hold it together. It took a lot to do what Samith did but he told me to try it and I did. I failed time after time but the nature and power of the skeleton was intoxicating and I lusted to make it myself. I thought about the detail of the skeleton and imagined it in front of me, and then I looked up and noticed that there was a skeleton in front of me. At first I thought Samith had made it but I could focus on to it and it listened to what I commanded of it.
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