The Great War

The Tournament

Battle after battle, skirmish after skirmish, the 5 contestants stood readily in their quarters for the big day. All around the world and one of the contestants in another, they trained day and night knowing that this fight would be the biggest one yet.

Varek sat in the throne of the Ender King... he looked down on the endstone floor, his legs shaking as he put his hands together, he was stressed. His brother arrived in the room, an echo sounded around the great hall from the sound of the door shutting.

"You know, brother, it won't be that bad, even if you lose the other contestants are all your friends." Hadion announced as Varek scoffed. The click of his tongue echoed throughout the throne room.

"Great words of confidence, I appreciate it Hadion." Varek stated as Hadion crossed his arms, Varek shook his legs even more.

"Calm down, I'm sure with all the training you've done you could beat them with a blindfold, although your choice of songs may not be very wise, it will-" Hadion was silenced by Varek standing up and clanging his sword on the obsidian chair. The clang echoed throughout the hall of the throne room.

"My song choice?! You took one simple aggresium song and called it a day! Don't you even think about lecturing me about songs." Varek yelled as Hadion put his hands on Varek's chest, lightly nudging him away.

"Sorry, this stress is getting to my head. I needn't raise my voice at you, brother." Varek said as Hadion laughed.

"Oh please, like you can hurt my feelings. You and I are the toughest men in Ardonia, the first Ardoni to be Ender Knights." Hadion stated as Varek nudged into him, punching his shoulder.

"Ow! What the hell!" Hadion yelled as Varek laughed, he grabbed his sword and put it on his back holster.

"See, I can still hurt you." Varek laughed as he patted Hadion on the back.

"You better hit your opponents as hard as you hit me. Here, use my words as motivation." Hadion said, turning to Varek as he put his arms out.

"One way or another, the Nether will fall. The Prime Songs will be held by a strong Ardoni... and that will be you. Defeat King Chronos and become our Father's heir." Hadion said as Varek nodded and smiled.

"Thank you brother. I will remember your kind words, the tournament calls and I must answer. I will see you when the dust clears." Varek stated as he walked out of the throne room, and ventured to the Heart of Ardonia.

"Ugh... Achillean!" Lurius yelled as Achillean took out his staff and practiced, sparring against the air. Outside of the old fisherman house lay the two strongest Ardoni from their time.

"Yes Lurius, what is your problem now?" Achillean rolled his eyes, Lurius knew Achillean joined the tournament after reading the finalist sheet.

"You never told me you joined the tournament! Why! I was going to win the tournament!" Lurius conplained, Achillean stopped swinging at the air, and gazed at Lurius.

"I just felt that it shouldn't be handed to you, don't worry, when it comes down to it I will let you win." Achillean smiled as Lurius' expression turned from anger to understanding.

"Wow, that's... really considerate, but it feels wrong, like cheating." Lurius said as Achillean scoffed.

"Then maybe I won't let you win." Achillean said confidentially, Lurius laughed and exited the area. Zulius stood in his place and walked over to Achillean.