3rd POV *10 Years Ago* Sweat dripped down on Vana’s forehead, hands on her knees after fiercely going up against her father, Shemar Farasol, in a sparring match. She was eight years old, losing tremendously in terms of strength against her father. Unfortunately, and expectedly, she lost. She was panting, taking countless deep breaths. Her body was trembling in pain and exhaustion, small cuts, and bruises visible in her arms and legs due to her rigorous training. Shemar never forced his daughter to train combat, but she willingly wanted to train out of envy of her brother, Storm. “Take a break for a while, at this rate, your body won’t take it,” Shemar said, towering over in front of Vana. “See? Told you, you were tired,” Shemar mused with a small smile as they head back inside the guildhall of Green Serpent, sitting in one of t
Last Updated : 2023-01-26 Read more