Anarion stepped into the dining room of the academy at nine in the evening. Everyone was already waiting for him. Falcon looked at Anarion and said, “Took your damn time.” Anarion glared back and replied with his usual response of “Fuck off asshole.”

Bwoire and Ithilious sighed as Anarion took his seat. "Now that we are all here. I am here to inform you that I am permitted to do whatever I want with the four of you. We are leaving tomorrow morning."

“Good, I’m finally leaving this shit hole”, remarked Anarion. “It wasn’t all that bad,” said Ithilious. Falcon jumped right to the point. “When do we get our Katarn?” Bwoire smiled “You’ve got a long way to go before you can get one of those, you’ll be traveling with standard-issue Katana.” Amma now joined the conversation “Aren’t we going to Terathil with the rest?”

Bwoire had a devious smile on his face. “No, for two years you’ll be training. We’ll be traveling from here, to Forad via the ferry, then to the island known as Bronze Port.” Anarion slammed his hand on the table. “Training? Are you fucking kidding me? We’ve done thirteen years of that.”

“You’ve trained your bodies. Aside from strike practice and duels, you have no combat experience, nor do you have experience with the real world,” said Bwoire with a mischievous smile. “The real world?’ asked Amma. “What do you mean by that?” asked Falcon looking rather displeased.

"You'll find out. These next two years will shape how the rest of your life goes. There is a probability of death." said Bwoire looking at all four of them. Anarion stood up and said, "Whatever, is that all?" Bwoire nodded "We'll be leaving at sunrise."

Anarion left the room without another word. Instead, he walked to the dormitories on the other side of the castle and slammed his fist on the door at the far end.” The door opened. It was Aenos. “Anarion, good to see you,” he replied nervously. “Where is he?” he asked getting to the point. Aenos sighed and stepped out of the room. “Follow me.”

Aenos guided Anarion through the dorms to the instructor dorms. Aenos knocked on a door that was at the far western side of the castle. “Dad, it’s me”, said Aenos nervously. “It’s open” called a voice. They stepped into the room, Calmantos and Anarion’s father seemed to be discussing something over a cup of wine.

The man looked up at Anarion. Before he could speak Anarion charged over and punched him as hard as he could right in the face. It was hard enough for the chair to tip over with him on it. “Anarion!” yelled Calmantos. Anarion loomed over his father. He spat in his face, then turned around to Aenos.

“I don’t need either of you.” he calmly walked out the door. Aenos sighed. “Anubus are you alright,” asked Calmantos. Picking himself off the floor while wiping the spit from his face he replied in a deep voice. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Calmantos sighed. “I’m sorry, I’ve been trying to work on this for years. I didn’t expect him to react like that.”

Aenos leaned on the wall. “There is nothing to work on. I don’t blame him. I would do the same thing. I raised that boy for five years and had no choice to bring him here.” said Aenos in a soft voice. He looked at Anubus. “Mom would be ashamed of you. I’m ashamed of you. It wasn’t his fault she died. His whole life he simply wanted to be loved by you, instead, you wanted to drown him in a river.” Calmantos was about to speak, Anubus stepped forward and placed his hand on Aenos’s shoulder. “You are right. But there is nothing I can do about it now.” Anubus picked up the goblet on the table and drank the rest of his wine.

Aenos opened the door, he looked at Anubus and asked “How did I end up with such a pathetic father. You bring shame to our clan.” he slammed the door behind him. He stood for a moment. Trying to get a grip on his emotions. He slowly began walking back to his room, wondering if he made the right choices when it came to Anarion.

Once he arrived at his room, he turned back to go to the instructor's dorms. He knocked on a different door. “Come in” Aenos opened the door, Bwoire was upside down. His hands were supporting him, his feet were up in the air. “What can I do for you Aenos?” He moved into a seated position.

“Take care of Anarion,” he said. Bwoire looked Aenos dead in the eyes. “He’s going to suffer more than you or Anubus. Right now he’s weak, he has no ambition. I’m going to do something quite drastic.” Aenos sighed. “I guess coming here wasn’t worth my time.”

Bwoire asked bluntly. “Would you rather your brother be unprepared for the years to come? I’m not going to hold his hand. I am going to mold him into a man so that he can become a reliable ally.” Aenos said “What I want has never mattered. But out of curiosity, what do you have in store for him?”

“The Bronze Arena”, said Bwoire. Aenos sighed. “For how long?” Bwoire smiled. “One year.” Aenos slammed his fist into the wall and yelled. “I could barely survive a month, are you trying to kill him?” Bwoire’s expression turned sour. “Yes, I am, or rather I am trying to kill the person he is in the present. If he dies, he was not cut out to live in this age. I don’t need weak subordinates”

Aenos left the room. He was far too angry to continue the conversation. Instead, he opted to his own door to sleep.