my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun had been recently blessed by the Voice with a new hand. Although it seemed that everything was back to normal, he figured a bit of testing was in order. Which was why, as soon as night fell, he strode confidently into the training grounds. Surprisingly, he wasn’t the only one there. Melita was just firing an arrow, and he let out an encouraging whistle as it found its target. ”Nice shot, spitfire.” His tone was bright, and his eyes sparkled once more.
Walking to the weapons rack, he scanned the practice weapons there. Spotting a cutlass, he picked it up, hefting it slightly. He checked its weight and balance, nodding as he found that both worked well. ”Care to work on something a little closer?” Tone challenging, he smirked at her from across the room, though it wasn’t cruel or mocking in the slightest.
Walking to the weapons rack, he scanned the practice weapons there. Spotting a cutlass, he picked it up, hefting it slightly. He checked its weight and balance, nodding as he found that both worked well. ”Care to work on something a little closer?” Tone challenging, he smirked at her from across the room, though it wasn’t cruel or mocking in the slightest.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
