Lightning bolts shake the very ground as a old man stands in silence reflecting the days practices. The young man who walked by his house with his long sword pointed towards the woods. The scream of a young girl far in the woods, only to find a young women stand in front of him asking for help to cure her wounds. She now sleeps in one of the empty rooms of his three building estate. His sons last goodbyes still shakes him at night as he drinks his tea late at night. His son rode a horse to never return, he promised a return 20 years ago. But the presence of his lively son still paint the rooms of his loosely maintained house. A young boy runs to him through the rain.

"Master Gong, please sit." The old man looks down like waking out of a dream he shakes to life. He softly walks to a chair near a table with hot tea waiting for him. He pats the boys head and asks him to sit and listen to him one last time before the boy leaves for a war he never asked for.

"Son, I have trained many men, and young boys like yourself. As old, or as young as they are, their last goodbyes always shake me as their tearful eyes leave me a silent stab at night. It is my job as directed by my elders 40 years ago to train boys into men to join their army never to be allowed to leave that army till death. The wars have passed, and the blood has created a river in my soul. I never will come to peace to what I do to the young men. I send them off to lose their life even if they don't die they are never alive again, I have seen the army years ago I will never go back, what I saw there were thousands of young men, hundreds i had trained dead mentally. I hope for you to not live through what they have. I have set up your freedom ride, to a place far from all this." He takes a sip of tea, the young boy confused but yet crying understanding what the old man did. "Don't worry about me my son, I have taken in a women into the house she will travel with you. She knows where to go, and what to do."

The young boy stood and bowed to the old man, and ran to his room to gather his things. Soft foot prints traveled to the old man from the room behind him. He sat knowing who was behind him. She came to him and sat. " Master Gong..." He stood and walked to his flowers.

The first paragraph is rather confusing... Actually, most of it is. I think you need to work on your clarity of writing.

Well, I don't really encourage using present tense words when writing an RP, it can get confusing. And in the beginning, you say "a old man", when the subject of whatever you are addresing starts with a vouel, it's usually "an" instead of "a".

The woman still not fully understanding Master Gong, walked over to him and his flowers. He noticing this spoke up, "It's nearing time for you and the boy to leave, when he wakes you and him will have to leave."

"Master Gong? I don't even know this boy, how do you except me to just go leave with him and travel with him? I understand why he must leave, but why must I leave to?" He looked at her he hasn't yet told her the importance of the boy.

" Excuse me but I must tell you something that might make you uncomfortable." The woman nodded. "This boy is more important then the emperor, he is even more important then me, and you. The power that he has could change the world if he could find a way to tap into his power. Personally i couldn't tell him how to tap into his power, since i don't have the ability to understand it all. I have lived for so long and found not one person to die for not a woman not a child. Not even a master. It's been a long time since I was granted the Augusto Sword, and for this child I will lay down before him and hand the sword to him, giving him all the wisdom the sword holds." The woman felt lost." Have you never heard of the Augusto Sword."

"I heard stories of great warriors that held the sword. They all died and the sword then went to a monk, when the monk got the sword he placed an ancient spell on it which captures all the wisdom of all the previous owners and when someone was given the sword or they take it the wisdom transfers to them."

"Indeed, this sword helped warriors and champions take over half the world before the warriors died of greed and blood thirst. Now When I was given this sword the wisdom given to me added up to 20 peoples wisdom, the monks wisdom taught me that when I was old enough a boy will come into my life with the power to bring down the most evil opponents that lie before him. The power he had could not be countered by any except for his brother. His brother is somewhere in the world, and the boy in my care. Shuko. Is the other brother i believe the good brother is Shuko the evil one is his counter part. Now when on your travels with this boy you must find two people a old wise man goign by the name Reampfic Agust he has a long beard and is even older then myself.Now go get your sleep and when you both wake up you leave."

The woman bowed to the master and went to bed. The master decided to walk back to his seat and drink the rest of the tea before it got cold and wait for the coming morning.