Royuki traveled across the mountains, following the directions his father had given him. He had to find Modar, the master of metal, fire, and magic. He had to find the flaming blades, the ultimate weapons. He had to find his destiny, his glory, his father.
He faced many obstacles, many dangers, many enemies. He fought against wild beasts, hungry bandits, and hostile soldiers. He used his skills, his techniques, and his secrets. He used his wooden sword, his bow and arrows, and his traps. He used his courage, his intelligence, and his will. He survived, he prevailed, he advanced.
He also met some allies, some friends, some helpers. He met some travelers, some traders, and some guides. He met some villagers, some farmers, and some healers. He met some people who were kind, generous, and hospitable. He met some people who were in need, in trouble, or in danger. He met some people who he helped, he saved, or he protected. He met some people who he learned from, he thanked, or he befriended.
One of those people was Lila, a young girl who lived in a small village near the foot of the mountains. Royuki stumbled across the village one day, when he was looking for a place to rest and resupply. He saw a group of children playing in the fields, and decided to join them. He saw Lila among them, and was drawn to her. She had long brown hair, green eyes, and a bright smile. She was friendly, cheerful, and curious. She was the leader of the children, and the daughter of the village chief.
Lila welcomed Royuki to the village, and introduced him to her father. Her father was a tall and sturdy man, with a beard and a scar. He was the chief of the village, and the protector of the people. He was wise, brave, and generous. He was also suspicious, cautious, and wary. He asked Royuki many questions, and Royuki answered them honestly. He told him his name, his age, and his origin. He told him his goal, his dream, and his quest. He told him about his father, his teacher, and his partner. He told him about Modar, the flaming blades, and the Endless Battle of Hell.
The village chief listened to Royuki's story, and was impressed by his courage, his determination, and his ambition. He was also concerned by his risk, his challenge, and his danger. He decided to help Royuki, and offered him food, water, and shelter. He also offered him some advice, some guidance, and some warning. He told him about the mountains, the perils, and the secrets. He told him about the best routes, the safest places, and the shortest paths. He told him about the hidden caves, the ancient ruins, and the lost treasures. He told him about the dragon's lair, the dragon's scales, and the dragon's fire.
Royuki thanked the village chief for his help, and accepted his offer. He stayed in the village for a few days, and rested, recovered, and prepared. He also spent some time with Lila, and played, talked, and laughed. He liked Lila, and Lila liked him. They became friends, and they shared their stories, their hopes, and their dreams. They also shared their secrets, their fears, and their doubts. They supported each other, and they encouraged each other. They cared for each other, and they trusted each other.
But their friendship was soon tested, when the village was attacked by a group of raiders. The raiders were a band of ruthless and greedy men, who preyed on the weak and the poor. They came from the other side of the mountains, and belonged to the enemy nation. They had heard about the village, and its wealth and resources. They had heard about the crops, the animals, and the water. They had heard about the gold, the jewels, and the dragon scales. They had heard about the village chief, and his daughter. They wanted everything, and they would stop at nothing.
They came at night, when the village was asleep. They came with swords, axes, and torches. They came with fire, blood, and death. They came to plunder, to kill, and to kidnap. They came to destroy the village, and take Lila.
Royuki heard the screams, the shouts, and the explosions. He woke up, and grabbed his weapons. He ran outside, and saw the chaos, the horror, and the carnage. He saw the raiders, the villagers, and the flames. He saw the fight, the struggle, and the resistance. He saw Lila, her father, and the danger. He saw Lila being dragged by a raider, her father being wounded by another, and the danger of losing them both. He acted, he reacted, he attacked.
He fought his way to Lila, and freed her from the raider. He fought his way to her father, and helped him to his feet. He fought his way to the village gate, and escaped with them. He fought with his skills, his techniques, and his secrets. He fought with his wooden sword, his bow and arrows, and his traps. He fought with his courage, his intelligence, and his will. He fought to save Lila, to save her father, to save the village. He fought to protect his friend, to protect his ally, to protect his helper. He fought to prove himself, to prove his worth, to prove his love.
He succeeded, he prevailed, he survived. He saved Lila, he saved her father, he saved the village. He protected his friend, he protected his ally, he protected his helper. He proved himself, he proved his worth, he proved his love.
He was a hero, a savior, a legend. He was a chosen one, a warrior, a son. He was Royuki, Royuki, Royuki.
