Wow, I thought. I hadn't seen him since the loss of Toeecreon. I had heard of a man that sounded a lot like Cleaver, normally rumors of a man with a sword on his back that was claimed to be the fabled Changi Blade. Looks I found him, and he in better fighting shape than I. He was broader, not the practical teenager I knew anymore, taller by a few inches, all in all he looked more battle-hardened. His sword was truly the Changi Blade. My sword was the newest one I had obtained, named Etsi by the blacksmith who forged it. The word was ancient Sorardian, for defender of the good man. "Cleaver," I said.
"We're you demoted John?" Cleaver questioned.
"You will still call me General Rillo," I replied, irritated.
"You are no longer my superior rather my enemy, because of the change of heart, going with the king rather than moving on to some other area of Shadi. You swore to stay in Shadi and protect it!" He was stating things I didn't want to think about. He was still loyal to Shadi it seems, and still loathed the king's way of thinking, whereas I had left Shadi desperate for help, and ended up with the king. Old friends became enemies it seems.
"I had no choice!" I exclaimed. "It was either become poorer than the poorest of Ciacoda or become a man in the king's army and gaining a life of luxury!"
"You had a choice!" He retorted. "A life of luxury? Are you kidding? Thinking only of yourself? That is exactly the kind of thing that we swore to not do! And lo and behold here you are! Doing exactly that!" I roared in fury and lunged at him. He jumped back and started a flurry of attacks I hadn't even seen him do. He twirled his sword a lot, giving him more defense than I suspected, and he even turned his back while twirling his sword behind him, still as defensive as the frontal attacks. When we clashed and locked our blades together, he would normally end the lock early by using the crossbar of his blade to push my own blade away from him. He continually attacked me, leaving me no chances of attack. Many times if I did manage to knock his blade away, he would kick, punch or backhand me then recover with his blade to continue the fight. Finally he knocked his blade away from me and, before I knew it, I saw only darkness and was dreaming.
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He hadn't just gone to the king's side and was demoted, he had lost his abilities as a swordsman! This wasn't something I liked. Soon the others came over to see what was happening. They had missed all the action. I looked at Isaac, Amos's enemy, and the sniper, Eston Arc. I directed towards Eston and the other enemy. Ben went for Eston and Lostier grabbed the other enemy, both slinging them onto their shoulders. Isaac got up, and I slung the unconscious bodies of Amos and John onto my shoulders. We reached our camp and decided that rest would be good for us all.
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We had finally reached Svictoran, taken the four prisoners into the prison within the palace, and gotten about a days rest. The next day all we did was, once again rest, though instead of sleeping, we talked a bit, hung out, just all in all relaxed. I actually talked to Isaac, and lo and behold he's becoming a part of our group. Today, we've been planning what to do next. I knew what my plan was. To find out about the three factions we learned about at,"Ciacoda's Last Days" as it's starting to be named. I knew where one was, the Wizard's Guild, in the far uncharted reaches of Argrenia. The closest city was Arcaren, which was about a thousand miles away from the charted area borders. "If we try to find the factions with multiple people out there, we have a chance to meet with them quicker than if we just send a single person out," Lostier said.
"But we still need enough to stay here and prepare for any invasions or anything," Salli stated.
"I can defend most of Svictoran and the militia can also defend quite a bit of the city," Erid declared. "Any help is appreciated but the king will also be trying to find these factions as well."
"Phillip can likely go to his father and hold him off from searching, or even stop his father entirely," I said. "But we can't be sure that his father even is going to search."
"We can probably get someone to eavesdrop on the king to find out if he is," Ben suggested. "Perhaps, Amos or Isaac could?" Everyone looked at the two of them. Isaac and Amos both looked rather confused.
"You want one of us to go?" Isaac asked.
"When you know our history?" Amos questioned.
"It's either one of you go, or both of you go now," I mused. Isaac and Amos looked at each other.
"All right fine. I'll go," Isaac said.
"As will I," Amos also stated.
"You just want to get in good with these guys!" Isaac scoffed. "I'm doing it because of noble purposes!"
"I'm not doing it to gain trust! I'm doing it because the king must be stopped, and anything can help!" Amos retorted.
"Stop this feud immediately!" I commanded, my voice booming. "I'm tired of pride issues!" And I walked out, then and there.
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"Cleaver?" I heard a voice ask. It's been three hours since the meeting, and I've been trying to sleep. Now who is asking for me? "Cleaver, are you ok?" I looked and it was Fire.
"Yes," I replied. "Just tired."
"You need to rest. All this leadership stuff is getting to you." She declared. "Your too tired for an hour or two hours of sleep a night. That isn't sufficient for your health."
"Fire I trust you and I trust your knowledge of the body. But they need a leader. I can't sleep when I have planning to do to protect Sorardia." I replied.
"Stop it! Just stop it! If you weren't here to lead us we all would be wondering why we were even living!" She sounded like she was...crying. I got out of my bed and walked towards her. She looked at me, then went straight for me. I hugged her for what seemed like hours, she was crying into my shoulder, and we just stood there, finally she stopped crying, but I kept hugging her. I didn't realize I was the main reason everyone was here. Was I too blinded by everything I wanted to do for Sorardia that I didn't even realize this? Finally, I let go. She looked as tired as I was.
"Go get some sleep. We could both use it," I said, and she nodded.
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Sorardia, the Tale of an Outcast, King, and Inventor
RandomIn the beginning of the time of earth, God created. In the end of the time of earth, God created. And the end of the time of earth was the beginning of Sorardia. The realm was full of magnificent people. The Shadow Realm, Shadi, had great military g...
