new generation

Zee had entered a nice quiet garden for her rest.  Peaceful and serene.  That sure wouldn’t last long.  The blue pup came charging in, a wooden sword shook to the left and right as if a ferocious battle was taking place.  The boy jumped high and long, at least for a pup, to dive into a pile of leaves and roll out.  Yes, his invisible foes stood no chance against him  The boy's sword was simply one stick for a blade, and another stuck slid through the first to play the role of the crossguard.  It was his mighty weapon.  The boy spun about in a tight circle before realizing he wasn’t alone.

Curiously he made his way to Zee.  This was his grandmother.  She seemed quieter now than when they first met.  Well, if you were tired this was a nice spot to rest though some preferred the rooms with beds in them.  Placing down his weapon he lay down, his face near her face. “Hi, grama.” His tail brushed a few leaf pieces across the ground, “want to play?  Lots of enemies to defeat and I bet you’re really tough, right?”

"Thorn Carpathius"