A Collection of Fantasy and Science Fiction Short Stories - Special ...
A Collection of Fantasy and Science Fiction Short Stories - Special ...
A Collection of Fantasy and Science Fiction Short Stories - Special ...
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His strides long <strong>and</strong> sure, Azro headed for the forest. A sword forged by Azro’s<br />
own h<strong>and</strong> was strapped to his side <strong>and</strong> he wore thick leather pieces as armor for his chest,<br />
back, torso, forearms, <strong>and</strong> thighs. With the wind blowing from the east <strong>and</strong> his brown<br />
eyes set on the future, Azro steeped into the dark forest for the first time in his life <strong>and</strong><br />
smiled. He had finally done it. He took another step, grinned wider at his increasing<br />
success, <strong>and</strong> continued walking as the east wind blew him along on his journey.<br />
Azro recalled his first attempt to enter the forbidden forest. It had been on year<br />
after Jina’s death. He had no weapons on him then, just the will to face what had haunted<br />
his nightmares for months. He had no intentions <strong>of</strong> fighting, <strong>and</strong> no intentions <strong>of</strong> going<br />
over the invisible boundary that separated them, but Azro went there every day <strong>and</strong> stared<br />
unblinking into the darkness, continuing the ritual until the sight <strong>of</strong> the woods no longer<br />
made his heart hammer erratically in his chest.<br />
The following year, Azro turned twelve, <strong>and</strong> began to spend more time with his<br />
father, learning the trade <strong>of</strong> blacksmithing.<br />
“Azro,” Til<strong>of</strong>t had said, “put on an apron <strong>and</strong> help me with this short sword.” He<br />
pulled the metal frame from the fire <strong>and</strong> placed it on the anvil. “Your mother told me<br />
you’ve been sneaking <strong>of</strong>f to listen to that storyteller again. I told you not to waste any<br />
more money on those useless tales.” He chose the middle sized hammer <strong>and</strong> brought it<br />
high above his head.<br />
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