It wasn’t until he had celebrated his eighth coming that the boy wielded a sword. His body was too fragile, his stance too weak, his legs too small. The mere blade of the weapon had been too heavy for his beady arm to lift, even with the strength of two. It was said that the Knights of the Lumentian had found themselves fighters long before they could recite their letters, the youngest being no older than they could count. Koah Mallor was among the few who had blossomed late...
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