The morning light was a pleasant sight for Ajax, who was up in the early hours of the morning training with his sword. Even if he wanted peace, he didn't want to be unarmed, either. Sheathing his sword, he sat down in the castle courtyard and start meditating on his past. It was his morning ritual, and it helped him deal with the stressful memories of his past.
Shamgar had woken up early, just as the sun was rising. He usually didn't wake up until the sun was peering through his windows, but he couldn't sleep. Going down stairs, he was going to the library, which was on the other side of the courtyard. Stepping outside, he saw his father meditating, who motioned for him to come and sit.
"Shamgar, take a look around you. What do you see?" He asked, posing what seemed a fairly obvious question to his son.
"Well, I see a castle, the trees, the sky. Why?" He replied, curious as to the nature of the question.
"A fair answer. Now, look closer. Do you see the fruit on the trees? The individual bricks in the castle or the lightest clouds in the sky?" His father said. Ajax had gone through the same thing when he learned swordsmanship, and now he was passing on the tradition to his son.