A world’s awakening

I awoke to a soft whisper in my ear, my window had been left open as the winds gently flowed into my room. I looked to the spirits of the winds as they played about my bedroom, these spirits however quickly left as my father walked up the stairs, his heavy footsteps shaking the very house I dwelled within. My door quickly swung open, the calming winds from before being shoved out the window by the doors sudden opening, my father looked to me with his stingy hazel eyes as he said to me with a mean and rough voice, "Make haste Hyouka, we have training ahead of us."

I nodded as I got up from my bed, looking to my mirror. I was 11 years old, and unlike most people I had been born skinny and frail, even now I am still weak compared to those of my age. I had such beautiful and yet dull jade green eyes, within them a very calm and eerie look, it was a bit of a scary look for a child. I then walked up to my window, looking down to this land I lived within, the land of Alta. In Alta our numbers are few as we are a small community of people, and because of our small numbers the men are required to serve in some way, and with my father being a great samurai in the past I only had one direction to go. There was only one problem for me however, seeing that I was born skinny and weak it was hard for me to keep up with this path ahead of me, and my father hated me for it. But even so, I wanted to become strong, I wanted more than anything to show the land of Alta that even the frailest of trees grow into something with time, that even I the skinny and weak boy can become a samurai far greater than my father had ever been. These thoughts flowed throughout my head as I swung my door open once more, and with the wind at my back I was ready to face anything.