[If you're wandering around the grounds, you're bound to catch sight of a young teenage boy with a shock of black hair. What, you ask, is is he doing? In his hand he holds a wooden sword - his real one is still back at home. He's practicing or at least attempting to practice. After all, what sort of hero doesn't know how to defend himself and ( Read more... )

[The picture is hazy for a while. When it clears a little, you're treated to the image of a young boy, fourteen or fifteen years old. He has insanely spiky black hair and glowing blue-green eyes. He grins widely at the screen. You could easily liken him to an eager puppy. He's very proud of himself right now.]Ha! I knew I could make it work. ( Read more... )