Black is the colour of my true love's hair....
- You never know who you fight, you never know what’s behind you. You always forget about it -
- I just didin’t know you were attacking me -
- No more warnings, Talia -
Father tried to take everything under control, as he always did. Never trusting anyone, he always tested even the most dedicated people. The reason for such behavior was kept in the past that I have never dared to stir up. Finally my father allowed me to roll over on my back, but then I had a hard. He struck again, and the only thing that I could do was to use a block, but he immediately struck my hand aside. Now pointed tip of bokken was pressed against my throat. I swallowed.
- First, I cut your hand, and now you’re dead. There is still a great deal of work to do -
He finished, put the sword away and threw it on the ground. All I could do was stand back up and continue, as it usually happened. My father was always displeased with me.