It was a rare day in the kingdom of Tarshish. The usual grey atmosphere of early summer had given way to crystal-clear blue skies. The bright sun made it a down-right hot afternoon, and only an occasional breeze cooled my body as I practiced sword training at the pit. I paused just long enough to wipe the sweat dripping down the side of my face, and then resumed teaching proper jousting techniques to my attentive audience.
“You must be completely balanced when engaging the enemy. Keep light on your feet, and relax as you stalk the competition,” I said to the slightly younger orphans of the cottage who had gathered for instruction.
It seemed like years had passed since our guardians, William and Millie, had died; but in fact it had only been a little over a year. Since then so many things had changed. My best friend Zora and another friend, Vivi, both found out that they were not orphans at all, but actually born of royal bloodlines. They were now both crowned queens and rule their own kingdoms. I had to admit, it was hard to leave Queen Zora at Tarshish Castle and come back to the cottage; but I knew it was my duty as the oldest orphan, and I’m proud of how well we have managed here this past year.
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