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Shadows of the Past don't Always Disappear

Summer XXI

The steel tip of a sword swung through the air in a wide arc before pulling back and suddenly driving forward as the elf holding it lunged across the empty stretch of beach. His other arm was held out behind his form, the long knife and extended limb working to counterbalance the shift in weight and form. The sword slowly lowered as the elf's bare feet slid through the sand to straighten him back up. Lips parted as he worked to steady his breathing, not entirely certain of how long he had been out here. The torch that had been providing light had burnt out around the same time the edges of the sun had appeared on the horizon. Now it was easily bright enough that none would require the use of artificial lights, at least out of doors.

A quick twisting of his head and neck pulled those strands of hair that had draped across his shoulders from the lunge off and to dangle down over his back. Of course, given that the only thing trying to keep his hair in place was a thin strip of leather at the back of his head, the silver strands of hair were were splayed out across his bare skin. The only other thing across the elf's upper body beyond it's coating of sweat was a small necklace. The chain itself was simple and could be found at almost any place selling some sort of jewelry. The unique piece however was the sword like medallion made of crystallium hanging from that chain.

Some might say that he was a dedicated swordsman, making sure to practice and stay in shape and involved in the never ending struggle to master combat. Those people would be wrong, for it wasn't the physical perfection of skill that the elf sought. It was the physical exhaustion that would follow by constantly pushing himself harder and harder until he would return to his room at the inn. Once there he would be able to collapse into bed and not be plagued by nightmares, or at least.... if he still was, he had never seemed to remember those upon waking.

It was because of those dreams that he was out here now, once again seemingly running from what it was he didn't want to deal with. But that wasn't why those dreams bothered him so much. In truth it was because they seemed to speak the plain and simple truth, as if everything in the world was stripped away until the elf was all that was left. And he simply didn't know how to deal with that. What's more is the despite the dreams all starting different ways they all ended the same.

Straightening up, the grey elf shuffled over to his pair of boots. Resting on those was a shirt, with two water skins resting next to the stack. He sheathed both his weapons before picking up one of the skins, taking a long slow drink before tilting his head back to let some of the water splash over his face and into his hair. His eyes remained shut as he lowered the water skin. The liquid had felt wonderful against his skin, letting the idea of taking a dip in the water stretching the beach remain on his mind.
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Spyre took another sip from the water skin before putting the topper back in place. A slow sigh escaped from between his lips as he set it back down on top of his boots, before bringing up his hand to brush away any droplets of water from his eyes before opening them up. Standing up straight, he held his limbs out, shaking them slightly as if that would be enough to get rid of the dull ache pulsing through them. Under normal circumstances, he might attribute that ache to the length of his practice so far, or the fact that he had practiced his sword fighting more in the last week than the previous month. But given the poor quality of his sleep lately, and the fact that he had often woken up in the process of tumbling out of bed..... well, that left him thinking the practice wasn't the only source of that annoying ache.

Still, he couldn't get his mind off of just how little he had been practicing anything he had learned. Almost always just content to learn the skill for the sake of learning in. Sure at the times he had arranged to learn those skills it had seemed like a valuable thing. And they had certainly come in handy, there was no denying that. But he had never really tied to improve his abilities with things. He had even purchased and started reading a book on Wilderness Survival after convincing himself that would be enough. But simply reading a book wouldn't do it, simply owning weapons wouldn't make him better.

His bare feet shuffled across the sand, easily finding his balance for the moment. After moving a dozen paces away from his boots, Spyre shifted his weight about, his feet carefully placed under his center of gravity. His arms crossed at his waist, right over his left as both hands gripped tightly at their respective weapons before unsheathing them. In the same motion his left foot slid across the sand to make his posture far more linear. The tip of his sword was raised, his arm on the same plane, all the way through his body and down his other arm where the long knife was sticking out to the side.

Shuffling back, the tip of his sword dropped, swinging around in an outside parry before reversing to parry the imaginary opponent again for an inside parry. The imaginary opponent made another thrust and Spyre's blade swung inward in a parry once again, this time his body swinging to the side as he rolled along the arm and behind his opponent, his long knife swinging in a short arc to slash down against the ghosts arm. And so the pattern continued, Spyre defending himself against an invisible opponents attacks as he waited for what he saw as an opening in which to strike.

Still, this is what he always seemed to do, in both combat and life. Sure, there was an advantage in reacting to what someone else was doing. But it meant waiting and letting them take the lead. There was a difference between finding openings to use and just playing completely reactionary. And the elf couldn't help but shake the feeling he had begun to slid away from using opportunity to just reacting. Life wasn't just some book he could sit back and read, or listen to as a story. It was up to him to make that story, to actually get something done with his life.

Even if life could be compared to combat it wasn't just something that went the same way time and again. Against certain opponents he could flat out block their attacks, others he could only try to parry because their own strength would push past anything he might put up. But that just meant he had to play to his own strengths, even if physical power wasn't one of them. The trick had to be figuring out what HE wanted, not just finding someone to ride along with until he found it.

Still, he needed to stop waiting until he chanced upon it as he had so many things in his life. So many times getting caught up in things simply because they happened around him. It was time for him to start taking control of his life... to start chasing the things that mattered to him. Even if he was paying homage to his family in doing so, with so many of them having gone after their own dreams and goals..... they still chased them. It was time he started doing the same.
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