Eternia stood in the center of the yard, completely mesmerized by the scene.
Her heart swelled with warmth.
This was her Master… He was a terrifying force of nature who could bring strong people to their knees yet, here he was, spending his morning patiently teaching a little commoner girl how to read beneath a tree. He was so incredibly kind, so gentle, and so entirely perfect.
This was the man she was fighting for… This was the life she was sworn to protect…
A renewed surge of energy flooded Eternia's veins. The distraction vanished, entirely burned away by a fierce devotion.
She turned away from the tree, her boots crunching softly against the grass as she walked over and picked her wooden sword out of the dirt.
She gripped the hilt.
Instantly, the atmosphere in the yard changed.
The casual lazy posture evaporated as Eternia's golden slit-pupils narrowed into lethal lines.
