Desmond was very young when his parents signed him up to train and fight with swords. His father wanted him to become a Guardian Angel, hoping that it would help him be accepted easier. After all, if Desmond and his sister were accepted, their parents would once again be left alone.

This idea was entirely idiotic. It only allowed the children to pick on him and injure him more easily. Desmond didn’t like fighting and he wasn’t good at it. His balance was bad and he wasn’t very quick, he was weak and couldn’t swing the swords easily.

One day, the children tripped him and caused him to fall on another, almost cutting him. They blamed him. They said he tripped on his own accord.

For once the boy fought back, saying that the other boys were the reason he fell. The instructor listened to him and all three boys had to stay after to do extra training. This pleased him and boosted his wavering self confidence.

For a moment at least.