r-o-o-k-i-e

Fencing can be a lot of things. It can be a sport that you’re good at, a scholarship, the key to get you into a mysterious college in the Pacific Northwest with centuries of tradition behind. It can be a link to a romanticized past, one that exists only in inked pages and the minds of children turning sticks into weapons of legend. Or, when you step into shadowed halls crowded with people who don’t belong, when you meet those that should no longer walk the earth, when you find yourself mired in fantasy and myth… It can be the key to survive. And, sometimes, to romance.