The following day while it was time for strike training Anarion grabbed a weighted training sword and started striking in all nine directions. You could tell the minimal amount of effort he was putting in. A voice from behind him asked, "You hate being here, don't you?"

Anarion turned around. It was the guest he met yesterday while he was eating lunch. "Didn't I tell you to mind your own fucking business?" The wood gir laughed. "You are extremely hostile. Completely unlike your brother." Anarion firmly grasped both hands on to his training sword. A metaphorical fire erupted from his eyes. "Don't piss me off you pointy-eared bastard, I don't care if you are some stupid fucking Swordsman."

Anarion pointed his wooden training sword at the wood gir and exclaimed. "I'll kill any bastard who even brings up his name!" The wood gir laughed some more, he was not taking Anarion and his threats seriously. He casually walked away, still laughing hysterically. This pissed Anarion off more than anything.

Planning to launch an attack on his back Amma and Ithilious who heard the entire conversation stepped in to hold him back. "Calm down Anarion!" yelled Ithilious. "I'll kill that pointy-eared fucker!" Ithilious sighed. "Do you have any idea who he is?" Anarion quickly replied "A dead man." Ithilious replied, "That's Bwoire."

A sudden shock enveloped his body. He knew that name quite well. Not only did Bwoire teach his brother, but he taught his estranged father. "Bullshit. No way this asshole is Bwoire." Amma let go but Ithilious continued in his efforts to restrain Anarion. "Ask Calmantos, he would recognize his son," he said.

Calming down Anarion shook off Ithilious. Without a word, he resumed his training. Lunch came, once again. Anarion ate his lunch at the steps of the academy, shunning those who would attempt to befriend him along the way. Once finished Anarion stood up, brushed the crumbs off his Ghee, and turned around. Bwoire blocked the way back in.

"Why do you hate him?" asked Bwoire looking right into Anarion's eyes. Anarion stared right back into his eyes and put it bluntly "He was the only family I had. He left me to rot in this hell hole." Bwoire brought his right hand up to his chin. "He had no choice." Right away Anarion yelled "Of course he had a fucking choice! What business does your council have deciding how someone is going to live for the rest of their life? That's bullshit! We could have left Terath. Instead, I'm here. I've always been here."

Bwoire still keeping Anarion's gaze said "You are selfish. Without the Swordsmen and especially without Aenos, we would all be Xalnog. Those born gifted enough to become Swordsmen should consider it an honor to defend the innocent."

Anarion yelled "It's my life, you pointy-eared bastard! I should be able to live free and decide my course in life! I'm nothing but a soldier who's been drafted until I die of old age!" Anarion charged past Bwoire, unwilling to hear any more of his bullshit.

When meditation came Anarion was quite disruptive. Muttering to himself and giving off negative energy. Calisthenics nor the final exercise of the day were enough to change his mood. Amma looked on with cautious worry. Anarion did not sleep that night, his anger was palpable. He was fuming, to think that Bwoire even had the gall to judge him.

The next day things were moving slowly in the academy. It was five-thirty and they had not started with the morning laps around the island. Fifteen minutes later Calmantos appeared in his usual place, beside him was Bwoire.

"Everyone in their final year here will be leaving us in seven days. It is time for you to begin the process of becoming full-fledged Swordsmen." This was shocking! It was finally time to leave. "Your parents and a host of Swordsmen will escort you to your next destination. Additionally, your training will resume under the gifted hands of an experienced Swordsman, four students to one Swordsman."

This was a lot of information for Anarion to take in. He was overcome with anger at thought of his brother coming. As for his father, that would not happen. His father refused to see him his entire life so he would not come now. "We will now begin the morning exercise," said Calmantos. Without a word, Anarion turned around and began to head out to begin his day.

From behind someone grabbed his Ghee. "Stay here for a moment." Anarion recognized the voice. Without turning around he asked, "What the hell do you want?" Bwoire pulled Anarion towards him, taking him off balance causing him to land on his butt. Three other students had not left yet. Amma, Falcon and Ithiliousss.

"The four of you are going to be in my group," said Bwoire with a mischievous smile on his face. Falcon saluted. "It is an honor you chose me Sir Bwoire” He pointed at Anarion “Do we have to bring along this miserable excuse for human life?" Amma without a warning punched Falcon in the face with her right hand, sending him crashing into the wall.

Ithilious looked prettified. Anarion looked confused. Bwoire had an exhausted look of disappointment on his face. "Anyone chosen by Bwoire is worthy. Say anything like that again and I won't hold back." Falcon rose to his feet and brushed his ghee off with his hands. "Trash is trash Amma."

Ithilious and Bwoire held back Amma before she could attack again. Anarion thinking of food stood up and began his morning jog without saying a word. Ithilious said nervously, "I'm not sure who's the coldest here, but we should follow Anarion, or else we risk missing breakfast." Bwoire nodded at Ithilious "Go, you'll continue your training until we leave." With that Ithilious left. Amma gave Falcon a look of disgust before running to catch up with her brother.

Anarion was somewhat excited. While he loathed the idea of being trained by Bwoire, he could finally leave the academy behind.