Eric was training hard in the interior training hall. The hall was empty except for himself and the only sounds that echoed through the hollow space were of his grunts and his sword singing as it sliced through the air, slashing through his invisible enemies.
He had been training for hours here and he had asked the household personnel to not disturb him.
"Gah!" He swung his sword hard enough before he lost his balance and fell to the ground over his back.
His chest rose and fell rapidly as his lungs hungrily grasped at the air and he closed his eyes for a moment. There was silence around him but what he heard was the strong sound beating in his ears reminding him of being alive. His heart pounded hastily as blood rushed through his veins and he slowly relaxed.
The sleep came to him like a silent footed nymph but then he sensed the sudden change in the air and he rolled over his side and jumped up to his feet. His sword ready in his hand to defend himself.
