Fireworks - Excerpt

There was noise on the field and I craned my head to look over. Mother was holding to me tightly, her gaze seemed set on the royal family. I held a sigh as I shuffled away from her arms. The fight was almost painful to watch, as the two opponents were hardly right to fight each other. One was a trembling slave that hardly had enough fighting experience. On the other hand was a noble who was smug and surely had enough fighting experience. I walked down the steps to stop the fight, ignoring my mother’s protests.

It seemed I obtained a sufficient amount of gaze as I withdrew a sword from a nearby guard’s sheath. I continued walking towards the fighting duo and entered the stage. I pull off my shoes and heavy robe, letting them fall with a loud “thunk”. It seemed now that I obtained all eyes on my person, and I held a grin.

“Oracle.” The noble bowed down to me. “What is it that you’re doing?” I could practically hear his gritted teeth. I allowed a small smile to my face before having it vanish entirely.

“I’m replacing your opponent.” I walked towards the pair, moving in front of the slave while doing so. “Let’s see how strong you really are.” I laughed and moved into position. The noble’s face morphed into a panic one, but he tried to keep his composure.

“My Lord, don’t you think you should sit this one out. I do not wish to harm you.”

I laughed with a easy gaze. “Relax, I’ve participated in more war campaigns than your years on this earth,” he was twenty-six. “I think I can match my tempo to yours. Now, stop stalling.”

“A-Alright.” I could see his quivers. I sighed inwardly; this wouldn’t be a fun fight.

We clashed at each other, my sure hold on an unfamiliar sword against his shaking grip on a too familiar sword. When he moved right, I lowered myself to counter left. He swung and I caught his attack. He folded over, raising his sword once more. I sighed, flipping my body so my leg would touch the flat of the weapon and twisted. He went to the ground and I stood standing. I watched as he hurriedly tried to swing at my feet, but I jumped, flipping over and going to his other side. I lowered my sword to his neck and he cried out.

“I give! I give!” I let out a puff of breath, bored with his easy submission. I lowered myself to his body and got close to his ear.

“Perhaps this is a lesson for you not to pick on someone far weaker than you, hm?” I smiled as he shook in horror. I turned my foot, feeling the dissatisfaction in my gut. I walked off the stage, making sure I grabbed my tossed clothing. I gave the guard’s sword back while walking up the steps to Mother. She was far from happy with my spectacular performance.