"I have been wondering why you are so into swords," Vanessa asked.
"Hmm?" Sullivan raised his eyebrows. "Now that I think about it, I wonder why…"
"So, you don't know about it as well?"
Sullivan looked up, contemplating. "It's not about whether I know it or not. I just never have thought about it. But if I have to say it, it must be from the time I first swung my sword."
Sullivan could still remember vividly his first swing. He had adored his father as well as other knights in his household. He thought they were cool, protecting the people from any threats with their swords.
He, too, wished to do the same thing. When he saw them swinging their swords, it made them look like they were doing it effortlessly, which made them look gallant and brave.
That was why Sullivan picked up a sword. When he first swung it, it was nothing like his imagination.
