Chapter 2: Training
Gabriel walked towards the usual area where he trained with his dad. His father always pressed him into training harder than what he felt he was capable of. Gabriel walked slowly, not looking forward to what he called his own personal version of hell. He nervously grabbed a hold of the strap that was resting against his chest, keeping his sword in place and holding it tightly within his grasp. He felt the rage from earlier return at the very thought of his father. He clenched his fist, with the free hand, until his fingernails cut into his skin; un-phased by it as the rage was boiling again. He wanted to show his father that he wasn't weak, that he could be proud of him for once. He was going to finally prove to his father today, that he was strong.
He stopped in his tracks to see his father standing in the usual area that they trained in. It was a large open area with a roof over it so no matter what the weather was like it wouldn't hinder their movements too badly. "You're here." His father said in a bored tone, pushing off the post that was helping hold the roof up.
"As you asked of me father." Gabriel said in his usual empty tone that he used when training with his father.
"Good we have no time to waste." His father urged as he quickly drew his sword from its sheath and charged Gabriel without warning.
The sound of metal crashing against the other filled the air as Gabriel met his father's sword with his own. "A little ruthless of you father." Gabriel said as he jumped away from him, holding a defensive stance.
"I'm surprised how fast your speed is getting. You read my movements better. I guess all the times you've failed has made it reflexive." He taunted arrogantly.
Images of all the times his father had cut into his flesh, flashed into his mind. Each time they had trained together, it seemed as if his father would hold back a little less then the previous match. Gabriel thought about how he received a broken nose the last time there swords had clashed in such a dangerous way as it did now. An elbow straight to the face, even then he was holding back. "How much longer are you planning on holding back on me father?" Gabriel asked curiously.
His father stood straight up and twirled his sword in a bored fashion. There was no doubt that his father was highly skilled with a sword. "I think today is the day you become a man." He sighed as he grabbed his sword when it was facing away from his body but lined up with his shoulder. "Can you withstand an assault that may cost you your life?" He asked in a dark tone as he shifted off his left foot and charged forward.
Gabriel felt panicked as he desperately blocked each swing. Each swing was becoming more ruthless than the previous. His father was pretty fast as the blade quickly came back for more after Gabriel had blocked. "Father I am not your enemy!" Gabriel shouted as his father applied more power in between his swings, making it hard for Gabriel to even hold onto the hilt of his own sword.
"Treat me as one then." His father said in a sinister tone as he swung his blade forward and around to meet his left shoulder. Gabriel was able to bend down at the last moment, the blade barely missing the tips of his hair. "That could have been your head." His father lectured as he wore an empty expression on his face.
Gabriel rolled out of the way as his father quickly retaliated with a stab towards the ground. Gabriel jumped to his feet, noticing how close that blade was to him, even after rolling out of the way. "Father, are you trying to kill me?” Gabriel shouted in disbelief.
His father glanced at him from the side as he yanked the sword out of the ground. "I told you, treat me as if I were an enemy. Do you really believe that a true enemy would go half assed on you?" He growled, charging his son again, not giving him time to think twice about what he should do.
Gabriel dodged swiftly, letting his body move on instinct as his heart began to race and pound violently against his chest. He dodged more of the onslaught of the jabs his father did with his sword. His father didn't allow him a moment to even reflect his blade with his own. His father was slowly forcing him back towards the post, but once his back had hit it, he became clumsy and fell to the ground, completely missing the blade that was now sticking out the other end of the post.
"What dumb luck." His father laughed at him. "Who knew that you would trip towards the side and not forward? If you had, my blade would have impaled your face and not this post." He laughed harder, finding his son's fortunate tumble to the ground ironic. "Your weakness has saved your life, I guess you should be grateful." He smiled, easily withdrawing the blade from the wooden surface. "Stand to your feet!" His farther demanded as he rested the blade of his sword on top of his shoulder.
Gabriel's body was trembling now; his father really was trying to kill him. His eyes glanced over to where his sword lay lazily on the ground. It flew out of his hand during some point, he couldn't even remember. His mind was becoming hazy with all the mixed emotions that were pouring into his stomach. He started to feel nauseous, as the fear seemed to consume him more so then the anger or sadness.
He hurriedly rushed towards his sword and picked it up with trembling hands. He tried so hard to force his hands to stop shaking from the sheer terror that was present on his face. There was just no putting a mask over this; there was no way to hide a fact that his father already knew about him. "Shaking like that won't allow you to hold your sword properly." His father pointed towards him with his sword. "I can easily knock that blade from your grasp." He said arrogantly.
Before Gabriel could even blink, his father did as he promised and knocked the blade a good distance from them. Gabriel's eyes widened in fear at the bloodthirsty look in his father's eyes. He could read the intentions clear as day on his face; he was really going to kill him. His throat tightened as every nerve seemed to be on end. "Are you-" He forced out, but the words failed him do to the tight grip that his fear seemed to have around his throat.
"Am I what?" He smiled a sadistic smirk, switching the hand his sword was in.
Gabriel became confused at the sudden shift from the right to left hand. He knew his father was right handed, so why would he switch hands? Before he could ponder anymore on it, his fathers grabbed him around the throat and tighten his grip. The little breath he had in his throat was forced out with the gasp of surprise that managed to escape his chapped lips.
"You're not worthy to be my son." His father hissed as he picked him up so his feet were no longer touching the ground, then slammed him violently onto the frozen surface. The impact of his body hitting the ground let out a loud thud, bringing waves of pain with it.
Gabriel laid there, pain touching every nerve in his body. His body felt much heavier than it did a moment ago, while his vision began to become fuzzy as well. The dirt had cushioned his fall enough not to cause any major damage, but it was still enough to make him want to lose consciousness. He couldn't even lift a finger as he watched his father, through blurry eyes, pick up his sword. His father paid him no regard as he walked away, as if nothing happened, as Gabriel's world was sinking into darkness.
To be continued.... sorry I don't approve of how Gabriel's father treated him, but it's important that it ended this way for the next chapter. Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoyed it.
Gabriel walked towards the usual area where he trained with his dad. His father always pressed him into training harder than what he felt he was capable of. Gabriel walked slowly, not looking forward to what he called his own personal version of hell. He nervously grabbed a hold of the strap that was resting against his chest, keeping his sword in place and holding it tightly within his grasp. He felt the rage from earlier return at the very thought of his father. He clenched his fist, with the free hand, until his fingernails cut into his skin; un-phased by it as the rage was boiling again. He wanted to show his father that he wasn't weak, that he could be proud of him for once. He was going to finally prove to his father today, that he was strong.
He stopped in his tracks to see his father standing in the usual area that they trained in. It was a large open area with a roof over it so no matter what the weather was like it wouldn't hinder their movements too badly. "You're here." His father said in a bored tone, pushing off the post that was helping hold the roof up.
"As you asked of me father." Gabriel said in his usual empty tone that he used when training with his father.
"Good we have no time to waste." His father urged as he quickly drew his sword from its sheath and charged Gabriel without warning.
The sound of metal crashing against the other filled the air as Gabriel met his father's sword with his own. "A little ruthless of you father." Gabriel said as he jumped away from him, holding a defensive stance.
"I'm surprised how fast your speed is getting. You read my movements better. I guess all the times you've failed has made it reflexive." He taunted arrogantly.
Images of all the times his father had cut into his flesh, flashed into his mind. Each time they had trained together, it seemed as if his father would hold back a little less then the previous match. Gabriel thought about how he received a broken nose the last time there swords had clashed in such a dangerous way as it did now. An elbow straight to the face, even then he was holding back. "How much longer are you planning on holding back on me father?" Gabriel asked curiously.
His father stood straight up and twirled his sword in a bored fashion. There was no doubt that his father was highly skilled with a sword. "I think today is the day you become a man." He sighed as he grabbed his sword when it was facing away from his body but lined up with his shoulder. "Can you withstand an assault that may cost you your life?" He asked in a dark tone as he shifted off his left foot and charged forward.
Gabriel felt panicked as he desperately blocked each swing. Each swing was becoming more ruthless than the previous. His father was pretty fast as the blade quickly came back for more after Gabriel had blocked. "Father I am not your enemy!" Gabriel shouted as his father applied more power in between his swings, making it hard for Gabriel to even hold onto the hilt of his own sword.
"Treat me as one then." His father said in a sinister tone as he swung his blade forward and around to meet his left shoulder. Gabriel was able to bend down at the last moment, the blade barely missing the tips of his hair. "That could have been your head." His father lectured as he wore an empty expression on his face.
Gabriel rolled out of the way as his father quickly retaliated with a stab towards the ground. Gabriel jumped to his feet, noticing how close that blade was to him, even after rolling out of the way. "Father, are you trying to kill me?” Gabriel shouted in disbelief.
His father glanced at him from the side as he yanked the sword out of the ground. "I told you, treat me as if I were an enemy. Do you really believe that a true enemy would go half assed on you?" He growled, charging his son again, not giving him time to think twice about what he should do.
Gabriel dodged swiftly, letting his body move on instinct as his heart began to race and pound violently against his chest. He dodged more of the onslaught of the jabs his father did with his sword. His father didn't allow him a moment to even reflect his blade with his own. His father was slowly forcing him back towards the post, but once his back had hit it, he became clumsy and fell to the ground, completely missing the blade that was now sticking out the other end of the post.
"What dumb luck." His father laughed at him. "Who knew that you would trip towards the side and not forward? If you had, my blade would have impaled your face and not this post." He laughed harder, finding his son's fortunate tumble to the ground ironic. "Your weakness has saved your life, I guess you should be grateful." He smiled, easily withdrawing the blade from the wooden surface. "Stand to your feet!" His farther demanded as he rested the blade of his sword on top of his shoulder.
Gabriel's body was trembling now; his father really was trying to kill him. His eyes glanced over to where his sword lay lazily on the ground. It flew out of his hand during some point, he couldn't even remember. His mind was becoming hazy with all the mixed emotions that were pouring into his stomach. He started to feel nauseous, as the fear seemed to consume him more so then the anger or sadness.
He hurriedly rushed towards his sword and picked it up with trembling hands. He tried so hard to force his hands to stop shaking from the sheer terror that was present on his face. There was just no putting a mask over this; there was no way to hide a fact that his father already knew about him. "Shaking like that won't allow you to hold your sword properly." His father pointed towards him with his sword. "I can easily knock that blade from your grasp." He said arrogantly.
Before Gabriel could even blink, his father did as he promised and knocked the blade a good distance from them. Gabriel's eyes widened in fear at the bloodthirsty look in his father's eyes. He could read the intentions clear as day on his face; he was really going to kill him. His throat tightened as every nerve seemed to be on end. "Are you-" He forced out, but the words failed him do to the tight grip that his fear seemed to have around his throat.
"Am I what?" He smiled a sadistic smirk, switching the hand his sword was in.
Gabriel became confused at the sudden shift from the right to left hand. He knew his father was right handed, so why would he switch hands? Before he could ponder anymore on it, his fathers grabbed him around the throat and tighten his grip. The little breath he had in his throat was forced out with the gasp of surprise that managed to escape his chapped lips.
"You're not worthy to be my son." His father hissed as he picked him up so his feet were no longer touching the ground, then slammed him violently onto the frozen surface. The impact of his body hitting the ground let out a loud thud, bringing waves of pain with it.
Gabriel laid there, pain touching every nerve in his body. His body felt much heavier than it did a moment ago, while his vision began to become fuzzy as well. The dirt had cushioned his fall enough not to cause any major damage, but it was still enough to make him want to lose consciousness. He couldn't even lift a finger as he watched his father, through blurry eyes, pick up his sword. His father paid him no regard as he walked away, as if nothing happened, as Gabriel's world was sinking into darkness.
To be continued.... sorry I don't approve of how Gabriel's father treated him, but it's important that it ended this way for the next chapter. Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoyed it.
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