The wind blowed genly trough the ruins of an ancient city, a place forgotten by time itself.
The only sound that could be heard was that of the old wing, telling the secrets of this place to nothing but the ancient ruins, ruins that already knew all it's secrets and were the silent witness of a past time.
A young man clad in a strange armour patiently entered into a large abandoned chamber, the light gently entered trough an opening on the ceiling. And he found the perfect spot, he sat there, in silence on his knees. Like a ritual the unknown warrior took both his swords and held them respectfully on his lap while he closed his eyes and began to focus.
His respiration gently filled the chamber, while his mind was opening little by little, and the knowledge, the essence of this place was filling his mind. A few hours passed until he was awake again, this time was sitting normally on a rock, contemplating his surroundings, contemplating the small yet beautiful details of this dead civilization.
Gently unsheating his swords the warrior started to move gracefully and gentle, like if it was a dance with swords.
