[Aran Kha'Serith]

The first part of the training was over, bringing Aran with a sense of relief. He didn't entertain the thought of actually harming another person, and he still felt sick to his stomach. The child fought back the urge to vomit as Stephan began the next stage of the training. Apparently, he was now learning the actual slashing with the dagger, a thought he disliked even more.

Copying Stephan, Aran drew back his hand and assumed back the beginning stance, spreading his legs out and the like. He then listened to the directions given to him before starting again. He thrust his bony arm forward, then made a rounded motion with it as he brought it down. Then, he envisioned an imaginary foe in his mind. The child saw one of the people who'd caused him and his grandmother so much grief and pain, and this filled him with anger. While he usually didn't overreact to things like this, he couldn't contain himself.

He cut upwards and downwards as he then drew back, the look of hatred present in his dull eyes. He continued to do this over and over until told to stop.