Эйрон

Many of the savages were surprised at Aron's almost supernatural attachment to the sword.They thought it was a divine gift or even a curse.To see how he trains, passing through various racks, attacks and parries, like dancing the ballet, was close to perfection.Sometimes it was difficult to say where his hands ended and the blade began.Indeed, there was a time when it seemed that the weapon controlled the movement simply pulling the body to which it were attached.However, his noble posture and the aristocratic aura, combined with his obsessive desire for perfection, made him more and more alienated.He did not have real friends and few acquaintances.He could not afford to distract him.Thus, far from the curious views of other forest residents, he was engaged in his art.On silent glades and in the sun -flooded meadows, he counted the movements with various variations.Often this lasted several days in a row, not returning home.The savages believed that Aron was only a divine gift, but they did not see how much work he invested in training. Surpassing all the swordsmen in the forest, he went in search of new knowledge that he could master to improve his art.He was looking for the bearer of Svetane in the kingdom of people.Airon remained for several weeks as a guest in the castle of Rain, conquering with a veteran and a crazy fencer, studying with every blow about steel.Here he learned to read the enemy with unmistakable accuracy.He left the high walls and neat training sites to go to the sun burned with the sun and trace the powerful leader of the Beastrutus.In dusty canyons and windy wastelands, he showed Airon how to use his power against a weaker opponent and how to ignore the power of a stronger one. Aronn returned home by another person.He no longer possessed an obsessive desire for perfection.He knew that he was as close to him as no mortal before.He could smoothly intertwine graceful fluidity with fierce attacks of attacks, lightning -fast reflexes with insurmountable protection and cold accuracy with amazing force.He was often tracked by experienced swordsmen and curious adventurers who wanted to meet with the already legendary Aron.In most cases, he simply disarmed them without using weapons and sent them back to his way. However, Airon did not rest too long.It was his innate desire to constantly improve that prompted to become the best and this desire disappeared in one night.Feeling lost, he wandered alone in the depths of the forest to think and solve his further path.When he walked, they watched him.The winding paths and the paths suddenly turned out to be blocked by confusing vines and one single way opened to him.As if someone was directing him there.Airon followed the way. A few days later he reached a clearing.In the center of Polyana was a strange monolith, similar to the one that he heard the old legends of forest residents.Arden stood in front of the stone, a figure that every savage would know, no matter what alienated from legends he was.“There is still a lot to learn, a young savage,” he said, welcoming him and offering him to sit down.Here, in the shadow of Ancient Stone, Airon felt a surge of elemental energies.It was a different type of training.He used to use his arms, legs, eyes and hands.But this was no longer an option.Invisible forces fought against his consciousness.Now he used his heart, his mind, his spirit.Being in front of the monolith for many days, he did not sleep, did not eat and did not even drink.As if his body was in Stasis. In the end, Arden returned to the monolith and found that the swordsman was rising to his feet.Although Air himself seemed to be the same, his swords were permeated by huge energy.One blade seemed to penetrate the warm vitality, and steam emanated from the other like from ice.Airon did not choose the element, they chose it.And again he was one step closer to excellence. “To master the elements.Master perfection "