Quote:From Talinsha's Personal JournalWhen Talisha was growing up her father spent most of his time traveling. When he used to return home he used to sit with Talisha and her mother and talk for hours about where had been and what he had done. Talinsha and her father used to pour over maps as he pointed out to her where he had been and were he was intending to going to go next. He brought her many gifts home and she treasured them greatly. Menisa watched her daughter become more and more enraptured in Darvons tales and knew that in a few years her daughter will be leaving and following in her fathers footsteps.Menisa took the role of mother and father when Darvon was away, teaching her many of the physical activities Sarvonia had to offer. Her training with weapons was taken on by Menisa's brother Langua who taught her how to fight with various weapons. However Talinsha soon discovered a great love of the sword and preferred to fight with that, arguing with Langua whenever he tried to teach her with other weapons. Langua took up Menisa's advice that Talinsha was extremely stubbon and like her father and the man she was named after loved the sword. As well as fighting and running Talinsha loved parts of school. She was a very literate person and showed this in her language and her writing. She used to spend time writing down the stories her father had told her and she won prizes for the stories. She felt writing was her area of relaxation. running and fighting kept her alert but writing down her thoughts her tales gave her time to relax and think about everything. However when Talinsha was 16 Disaster Struck. Her father had become infected with a disease that he had picked up. Talinsha and her mother stayed at his bedside and Talinsha watched her father fading before her eyes. One night she awoke hearing him coughing. Running to his side called for her mother. Turning back to her father she felt his hand touch her face."Talin honey, I have not got long" Talinshas eyes began to fill with tears and she saw him look over her shoulder and felt her mothers hand on her hair. "Menisa my love, please fetch my sword." Darvon coughed slightly and Menisa quickly fetched her husbands prized sword. "Talin, when I was 20 my father gave me this. I wanted to give you this when you turned 20 but I will not see it." Menisa pulled the sword out of the sheath and gave it to her daughter. Talinsha looked at it falling immediately in love."I love it father its beautiful. Thank you father I love you so much." Talinsha hugged her father. Suddenly he began to cough violently. Menisa pulled her daughter back and dropped to her husbands side."GET THE DOCTOR!" Menisa shouted to her daughter tears filling in her eyes. Talinsha turned to run when her fathers words stopped her."No don't, please Menisa I want to be with my daughter and wife. This is my time the doctor can not do a thing. I love you so much," He coughed again and Talinsha moved to her mothers side and both of them held one of Darvons hands. "I love you to my love" her mother said relenting from calling the doctor,"I love you so much father I wish we could of traveled together. You me and mother. I love you father."Darvon smiled weakly before coughing fits began to rock his body. After what seemed like a life time to Talinsha the coughing stopped and the room was quiet apart from the sound of her mother weeping. A week later Darvon was buried, friends far and wide came to his funeral to pay there respects. Afterwords Talinsha and her mother spent two months in mourning before they knew they should move on. Talinsha missed her father greatly and pushed all her love for him in to the sword that he gave her. She named it Darvon in memory, and when she went back to training with Langua she practiced with the sword. It seemed to have a mystical effect over her doubling her fighting abilities and her strength at withholding attacks became better.
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