Roaming Giants as tall as trees, terrifying devils lurking in the seas, soaring across the sky, dragons and ancient winged beasts.Then across the six continents to a summit where the gods meet. Standing before time stained caves and excavating a Pri...
Three years have passed, Avlon is now 12 years old. .......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Avlon breathed heavily as he completed his run, he collapsed onto the ground exhausted. Walking towards him was his mother and Axis. The dog had grown into a truck-sized, silverback, wolf. It was quite the rare breed and ate a lot but with their income increasing it was possible to feed it. This was all due, to the purchase of the Inn his mom worked at. The funds were saved over a three-year period and since the Inn brought in 25(Bt) daily it proved a valuable purchase. "Have a drink Avlon you seem parched." His mother said with an underlying giggle, looking at him spread across the floor comically. Avlon looked at her with a sense of indignation, scowling as he drank the water. "It seems you love laughing at my expense don't you." Avlon's mother laughed again before telling him to come and eat, following her inside Avlon saw Grim, his father, sitting at the table reading a scroll. "Good morning" His father responded with a crisp nod before continuing to read, according to the scroll, there were people from the Beast Continent planning to attack the Human Continent. This was surprising news, as according to his teacher, of the humanoid beings located on the different continents namely the Hell Continent's Lucifians, Corpse Walkers from the Undead Continent, Beastmen from the Beast Continent, Otherfolk from the Demon Continent, Sinars from the elusive, possibly non-existent Sixth Continent, the Beastmen should be the least likely to attack. Grim told Avlon not to worry about it, as at the Council of Kings, the Major Houses would find a way to deal with the matter.
"Good morning Sir Var." Avlon greeted Wavner Var, the headmaster of the school, whom he had gotten familiar with over the years, before heading to class. It was the last day of tenure, for his year of students at the school. The headmaster decided that today, being the last day, they would have an exhibition for the students to show off their skills. Avlon and Barax went straight to the archery section of the exhibition and signed up, before heading off to view the sword-fighting arena. Swordsmen and women of the school were going to duel to show off their skills. This showing of skills was important, as most schools are visited by representatives of various Houses and Families during such times. The best students are often taken in to be trained, for service to the Family or House that chose them. Students such as Avlon with no last name were excellent to recruit as the Houses and Families gained decent talent while the students would become titled. The students are given the last name of a Family or House that chooses them, which is very important, especially in the area surrounding the school, located at the edge of the city. The area was plagued with slums and low-income families.(The slums and low-income families are located in the outer ring of the city. The further you go to the center of a city or any settlement for that matter the more wealthy or well-off the occupants are.) "Come here to witness the fight between Robson and Mariam, two of the best sword-wielders of the graduating class." cried a scrier. Avlon and Barax walked to the square-shaped arena, already crowded by representatives and interested parties. "Come place your bets Odds are 2:1 in Robson's favour!!!" came the excited cries of a bookie. Avlon looked around in amazement at the hype of the crowd, surprised by the buzz over a fight. Charged by the emotions of the crowd, Avlon became excited as well. An arena host stepped onto a raised platform pointing as he said "On the left of the field is ROBSONNNNN!!!, on the right of the field is MARIAMMMMM!!!" cheers erupted from the crowd as those who betted cheered for their fighter. Acknowledging each other before placing their hands on their hilts, both displayed a type of professionalism. The Knight serving as referee took a small stone and tossed it into the air. The fighters and crowd held their breath as the stone reached its zenith, as the stone rapidly fell and hit the ground it was as if two wild beasts had been released or a tsunami had crashed ashore. The fighters blasted towards each other by use of their aura and the crowd roared. Avlon, who was always in a quiet setting, was taken aback by the atmosphere. His eyes lit up as Robson and Mariam, who looked like a god and goddess of war, clashed. The fight seemed to slow as Avlon became immersed in the clash, sparks flew from the swords, his mind and body studying the movements as Robson gained the upper hand. Mariam blocking with the flat of her blade, swept at Robson's feet, this caught him off guard and allowed her to get in close. Robson with quick movement twisted his body to avoid the stab but was cut. Releasing a short cry, Robson moved around to her back and responded with a strike from his pommel, causing her to stumble forward from the blow, he attacked with a downward slash. Sensing the danger Mariam rolled to the side and in one fluid motion rose to cut at Robson's throat. Robson having over-extended in his attack was in danger and desperate to end the fight, committed to a suicidal move. He shifted his body as the blade approached, allowing it to find purchase deep in his shoulder, drawing copious amounts of blood. He gritted his teeth, before quickly bringing up his right hand to stab her gut. Mariam unable to avoid the attack abandoned her sword in Robson's shoulder as she jumped backward. Robson, unwilling to suffer one-sidedly, ripped out the sword in his shoulder and threw it at Mariam. Surprised by the sudden move, she is unable to react, the sword pierces her in the chest. Blood flowed as she stumbled backward and breathing heavily she exchanged a wary look with Robson. In that moment however, Avlon sees a ghostlike image move, sweeping the feet of Mariam and stabbing a similar ghostlike image in the head as it falls. Shaken by the image, Avlon watches as Robson, confident in victory, rushes forward with a horizontal slash but unexpectedly he allows his body to follow the sword. Spinning now, he crouches and sweeps with his leg, Mariam fell backward and Robson using the momentum of the kick was now standing at her side and brought his blade diagonally to finish the fight by decapitation, Mariam however using the fall, rolls as her hands moved to the hilt of the blade stuck in her chest. Avlon sees a ghostlike figure grip the hilt of the blade in its gut while standing up and with a burst of energy draws it to decapitate Robson lunging in the process. Thinking nothing of his momentary lapse, Avlon focuses on the fight, only to see the exact actions play out as Robson's head falls to the ground with a face filled with regret while Mariam's chest spewed blood. The bodies of the fighters collapsed to the floor, as Avlon heard a voice saying "I will show you the way, to the heavens".
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