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Chapter One: It all began...
*PLEASE READ THE PREVIOUS POST BEFORE THIS CHAPTER TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THE STORY.
WORD COUNT: 2000
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A thousand years ago...
The cold wind blew harshly over the arena. Two men were bare-chested, slowly going around the other, patiently waiting for one of them to strike. They were in a magical ring created by one of the well-respected masters in the realm. It was inescapable and so perfect for the sparring match. It would immediately disappear once there was a winner. Around the fighters were the onlookers, most of whom were the nobles and their servants. However, the most respected was the supreme lord, who was seated on the highest part of the arena to gain a better view of the fight. It was a match he couldn't miss because one of the fighters was his son.
Prince Luther.
The fighters suddenly leaped on each other. As the fight was to test their strength, a spell had been placed to prevent any of them from using their powers. They were both masters and so were capable of hiding their wings. Prince Luther grabbed his opponents by the shoulders, trying to draw him into a chokehold, but that was futile. He studied the person he fought with. His opponent was the son of the greatest master in the realm. Before their fight began, he introduced himself as Agar. He was a tall man who had a proud spring in his steps. Luther had heard that he was as powerful as his father and that he made sure to remind everyone of that fact. But as he looked at him, Luther couldn't find anything special about him. His hair had been scraped to the skin, whereas Luther wore his long shoulder-length hair as a short bun. They both circled each other, patiently waiting as they planned moves in their head.
Luther, tired of waiting, struck first. He feigned a repeat of his previous attack, causing Agar to go straight to defense, automatically giving leeway to his opponent. Luther saw it and quickly took his chance, striking Agar with a heavy blow to his side. Agar grunted in pain but didn't fall down.
Luther had to hand it to him; he was a strong fighter. He quickly went for another blow while his opponent was still recovering, striking him in the same place twice. At that, Agar grunted again, almost falling to his knees. Luther was a pretty good fighter, but he had more fun defeating someone the dirty way. He kicked at Agar's knees, forcing him to go down on one knee. As he tried to attack again, Agar held on to his feet, dragging him down painfully.
Luther winced, pissed that he didn't see that move coming. Agar crawled on top of him and held him in a chokehold. For one to win the fight, he had to temporarily put out his opponent, causing him to lose consciousness. Agar was going straight for the kill. Since the prince wouldn't play honorably,...
WORD COUNT: 2000
*******
A thousand years ago...
The cold wind blew harshly over the arena. Two men were bare-chested, slowly going around the other, patiently waiting for one of them to strike. They were in a magical ring created by one of the well-respected masters in the realm. It was inescapable and so perfect for the sparring match. It would immediately disappear once there was a winner. Around the fighters were the onlookers, most of whom were the nobles and their servants. However, the most respected was the supreme lord, who was seated on the highest part of the arena to gain a better view of the fight. It was a match he couldn't miss because one of the fighters was his son.
Prince Luther.
The fighters suddenly leaped on each other. As the fight was to test their strength, a spell had been placed to prevent any of them from using their powers. They were both masters and so were capable of hiding their wings. Prince Luther grabbed his opponents by the shoulders, trying to draw him into a chokehold, but that was futile. He studied the person he fought with. His opponent was the son of the greatest master in the realm. Before their fight began, he introduced himself as Agar. He was a tall man who had a proud spring in his steps. Luther had heard that he was as powerful as his father and that he made sure to remind everyone of that fact. But as he looked at him, Luther couldn't find anything special about him. His hair had been scraped to the skin, whereas Luther wore his long shoulder-length hair as a short bun. They both circled each other, patiently waiting as they planned moves in their head.
Luther, tired of waiting, struck first. He feigned a repeat of his previous attack, causing Agar to go straight to defense, automatically giving leeway to his opponent. Luther saw it and quickly took his chance, striking Agar with a heavy blow to his side. Agar grunted in pain but didn't fall down.
Luther had to hand it to him; he was a strong fighter. He quickly went for another blow while his opponent was still recovering, striking him in the same place twice. At that, Agar grunted again, almost falling to his knees. Luther was a pretty good fighter, but he had more fun defeating someone the dirty way. He kicked at Agar's knees, forcing him to go down on one knee. As he tried to attack again, Agar held on to his feet, dragging him down painfully.
Luther winced, pissed that he didn't see that move coming. Agar crawled on top of him and held him in a chokehold. For one to win the fight, he had to temporarily put out his opponent, causing him to lose consciousness. Agar was going straight for the kill. Since the prince wouldn't play honorably,...
