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Grant was caught off guard.
"Defend yourself!" yelled Trent, standing.
Grant unsheathed the bastard sword from his belt with a slight chuckle. Trent wanted to fight him? What chance did that old man have?
Grant stood as Trent circled the fire. They both met on the other side of the fire as Trent advanced swiftly. Grant failed to parry the blow. He grunted as the blade narrowly pierced his left side, falling backwards.
Not thinking, he jumped forward. Trent easily parried the blow, winking. Grant swung towards his belly. The sound of metal against metal flew through the camp.
"Is that all you got, Grant?" Trent asked mockingly.
Trent swung his sword towards Grant's head. He fell to the floor, out cold.

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Grant awoke the next morning in a daze. A huge knot had formed on the right side of his face, and he could barely move. Trent looked up from the black mixture he was making and grinned. " How are you Grant," Grant growled deeply and turned his head.
The afternoon was bright and cheerful, birds chirped and butterflies flew through the air.
"Where are we going anyways?" Asked the young Grant.
" You''ll see." Trent said with a slight smirk[/color].
After a light supper, Grant and Trent put out the fire and prepered there packs, ready to leave. Grant flung the bow and quiver over his back as they mounted their horses. Grant rode a beatiful white steed and Trent a old brown war horse.
They rode in silenced, trying the make it to there destination as quickly as possible. Grant's body was still sore from the training session of the night before, his back began to cramp from the way he set on the horse. To take his mind off the discomfort, he began to chew on some jerky.
When nightfall came they started to look for somewhere to camp. Trent found a bushy clearing and decided to sit up camp. Grant went for some more fire wood as Trent attempted to start a fire for their meal. Dinner was quick and plain. Just some hard bread with some salted pork and a small bit of tea. Grant layed his head down and fall asleep...

The next morning Grant awoke, the right side of his head throbbing. He had trouble even standing up. His body hurt with the slightest movement.
Trent looked up to Grant as he stood, speaking in a low tone; barely over a whisper. " Grant, we leave in thirty mintutes. Get you something to eat and then I have something to give to you."Grant nodded, preparing himself a bowl of a mushy brown substance.
Grant barely managed to down the disgusting meal as Trent stood. He went over to his horse, unstrapping a large bag and bringing it back to the camp site. Trent took out an object around four and a half feet long and decently heavy. It was wrapped in a fine cloth, with a strange red symbol on it.
Trent slowly began to unwrap like you would a mummie, giving Grant a sly wink. Grant watched as a sheathed sword was revealed. The pommol was pure black with a dark shade of red. A large red gem set in the middle of the sword handle. The sheath was smooth red with a barely a scartch visable to the naked eye. As the last bit of cloth fell away Trent passed the sword over to Grant, watching his face closely for any signs of emotion.
The handle fit his hand like it was made for him. Grant slowly unsheathed the blade soundlessly. The sharp blade was crimson red with a slight hint of blue. It glistened in the sunlight as the first peaks of sunlight flew through the tree leaves. The sword was of the finest make that Grant has ever seen. He swung it a few times, it was hard to keep it up with one hand. The balance was unbelievable, it felt like it was connected to his body somehow. There seemed to be a presence, some sort of aura around the blade. The smith had smithed a symbol into the middle of the blade.
"This was once your grandfather's blade. Your father would have had it if he hadn't ran away." Trent said with a slight smirk.
"Where did he get a blade such as this?" Grant asked, resheathing the blade.
"That will be saved for another time, for now we must make haste and make it to Grandale before nightfall." Trent said as he poured some water onto the fire...