A girl with dark blue is kneeling on the ground panting heavily her bright red eyes staring up at a figure towering over her. Sweat drips from her brow as she clenches her sword in her hand and in a blink she shoots up to her feet and thrusts her sword towards the figure, but it is deflected easily, the figure spins around standing where the girl once stood while she stands where he once stood. Her panting increases as she holds onto her sword tighter as she focuses her eyes wanting nothing more than to strike at the figure standing in front of her and in another blink she began swinging her sword with precision and skill each strike aiming for a vital point on the figure’s body. The girl was fast, very fast the eye can barely keep track of her movements her strikes were blurs it was amazing that the figure was dodge each of her attacks with such ease.The girl tried to attack the figure for several minutes each strike though only hit the air and not once did the figure ever counter attack instead the figure wait until the girl was starting to run out of breath and slow down. The figure grabbed the girl’s sword and held it so tightly that it shattered, the girl let out a surprised gasp before being knocked to the floor letting out a groan as she hit the hardwood floor as the figure towers over her again.
Shadow: “That is enough for now.”
The figure speaks as the room lightens up the girl covering her face as she lets out an audible groan.
Shadow: Walks away from the girl hands behind his back as he begins to speak. “You’re still to weak my daughter, if you can’t even land a blow on an old man like me how can the people of our empire ever one day call you Empress?”
The figure’s name is Shadow, well it’s more of a title really his real name was abandoned the day he became The Shadow, leader of the Syven Empire. The Syven are aliens that look very similar to humans and even share a similar autonomy, however the Syven have many different skin tones(For Example a green skin), hair colors(For example blue hair) and eye colors(For example red eyes) as well as being much taller than the average human, the average Syven is about six feet seven inches (about two meters) Syven are also Immortal, but the biggest difference between humans and Syvens is that Syvens can use something called Shadowmancy, only those with Syven blood can use this magic. Though it’s not really magic, it’s a type of inner power those with Syven blood can use to great effect, Shadowmancy is not affected by magic canceling charms or wards, which is why it isn’t considered magic. Shadowmancy can be used for a number of things from combat, to construction, a skilled Shadowmancer can use their abilities to create a metal known as Shadow Metal this metal does not rust and does not wear, it is one of the strongest metals in the known universe which is why every building on a Syven controlled world is either made with this metal or reinforced with this metal.
Shadow: “We are at war my daughter, each day The Galactic Liberation Army gain more and more followers from the planets we have conquered, these groups of rag tag rebels have become organized and extremely dangerous my daughter. Now is not the time for mercy we must be rash we must be strong, we will show these rebels that we will not tolerate insubordination, do you understand my daughter?”
Princess: After hearing her father’s words she sat up and let out a heavy sigh, looking up at her father. “I understand father.”
The room they were in was littered with broken swords and empty guns, the smell of plasma, smoke and sweat fill the air, every weapon rack was bare every ammo crate empty. Shadow had been practicing with his daughter for hours everyday of every week since a major trade route for the Syven had been cut off by the GLA. The Princess had felt herself getting exhausted by all this training, she wasn’t sure how much more she could take before she finally shut down.
Princess: She took a while before she managed to stand up and dust herself off. “If that is all father I will excuse myself.” She bows and leaves the room when her father tells her it’s okay. She returns to her room and wastes no time in collapsing face first onto the bed letting out a heavy sigh. She rolls over and looks up and the ceiling her arm across her forehead as her eye’s trail around her room her ceiling and walls clad in a light red paint, a chandelier dangles from the ceiling, the sliding glass doors leading to her balcony that overlooked the capitol were locked shut, the floor was covered in bright white tiles, her large circular bed was large enough to hold at least four people, she grips at her chibi bear sheet’s before she hears the door to her bedroom open. “You don’t know how to knock do you?” she says rolling her eyes as a smile creeps on her face as she looks over to the man that walks in. “What if I was getting changed?”
Ckrel: He snickers “Well it wouldn’t have been the first time.” The dark haired man gives her a warm smile he’s bright blue eyes sparkle in the light of the moon as she shines through the skylight, as he shuts the door behind him. “You okay Nessa?” he asks walking over to the princess taking a seat next to her.
Nessa: “You know you're not allowed to call me by my name anymore Ckrel.” She says sitting up on the bed letting him sit down next to her. “So what brings my loyal bodyguard here?” she asks him knowing he doesn’t just come to talk anymore.
Ckrel: “Well I know the Emperor has been working you to exhaustion and it seems to be taking it’s toll so I decided to come here and tell you that if you need anyone to vent your frustration on i’m here.” he looks to the princess and smiles.
Nessa: Can’t help herself she rolls her eyes at Ckrel and grabs a pillow smacking him in the face with it. “Dork.” she chuckles before resting her hands on her lap and a smile on her face as she looks at Ckrel fall over from the impact of the pillow. “I’m one hundred and twenty six and you're still treating me like a child, you really aren’t like other Karr.”
Ckrel: “Ooof!” he falls back onto the bed after the princess attacks him with a pillow. “Rude.” he says pulling the pillow off his face. “So you’re just learning this now?” he looks up at her and returns her smile. “Well I am fifty years older than you after all, it’s only proper for me to look after you like a little sister.”
Nessa: Can only smile at his kind words before she lays down next to him. “Thank you for coming, but really I’m fine, I understand why father is doing this, but he’s draining me of everything I have I just want sometime to rest I haven’t even been able to work on my sword with how hard he’s pushing me.”
Ckrel: “You're still working on that half angel half demon sword?” he asks propping himself up on his arms as he looks over at the desk where she keeps the half finished sword. “You turned it into a double blade?” he looks to her.
Nessa: She nods “Yes, it was the only way to keep a perfect balance between the dark magic and the light magic, the pieces of the blades I found are extremely powerful, more powerful than anything I have ever felt before.” She gets up off the bed and walks over to the sword and runs her finger across the five foot long(about 1.5meters) and four foot wide(about 1.2 meters)blades. “This sword will be the most powerful weapon ever developed by mortal hands, I can feel it. All I need to do is make sure I set the runes in correctly so I can control the magic of the blade easily.” She says looking back over at Ckrel as she let’s out a sweet yawn before walking over to him and laying down next to him. “I can’t do it know though i’m to tired and unfocused.”
Ckrel: “Alright I’ll let you get some sleep then.” he pats her on the head and smiles as he leaves her room shutting the door behind him.
Nessa: “Later…” she yawns resting her head down on a pillow not even bothering to change out of her combat gear before she drifts off into a deep slumber.