The Life of a Staff Wielder
Arthur was training in the gym with his staff. He waved the staff around as if it were an extension of his body. The staff moved fluidly around in the air, as Arthur moved from stance to stance, executing deep breathing all the while.
From out of the corner of his eye, Arthur noticed a small figure lingering by the door.
He looked up and saw that it was Damien. What was he doing here? Arthur wondered.
Arthur motioned the boy to come inside.
Damien walked in, and suddenly, his resemblance to his father was as striking as ever. Arthur couldn’t shake how much the two seemed to look alike. Even their personalities were similar. This made Arthur shudder involuntarily. If that were the case…would keeping his enemy’s son under his own roof be a bad idea in the e
