Dragonkiin

Chapter 1

"I call you, I call you, the chosen Dragonkiin,

Journey on the path of the void and slay all enemies,

You cannot deny or escape,

But be warned, shall you fall in the path of the darkness will you witness the wrath of Thresh."

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I was sitting in my favorite place, a comfortable hill unfortunately placed in a spot where all of Hetalia's greenery could be viewed.

I spat at the view. I hate this place. Everyone seems to hate me as well, so I didn’t care. I picked up my wooden sword, and walked down the hill, skipping over the slippery part. If you weren't careful, you can get stuck in the mud, and I speak from experience.

It was quite early, right before dawn break and the roosters hadn’t started their incessant cawing yet. I kicked a big stone that was in my way and passed by the chicken coops, jiggling the only two gold coins in my pocket.

I continued to stroll down the uneven pathway full of stray holes while my tongue played with the small piece of gum in my mouth. I spent ten gold coins for one small piece of damn gum. The man at the market forced me to pay higher than the usual price of five coins, and when he had told me he raised the price, I pretended not to notice him selling it for five coins to a girl. I knew nothing good would come out of me complaining.

I didn’t understand why everyone hated me. I entered Brichwood's forest, pushing through the tree branches that were attacking my face.

I didn't want to miss it today.  

I slowly crept behind trees until I spotted a safe place to hide. I crouched behind a tree as I heard the shouts and laughs of men. I watched silently, as if a wolf watching it’s prey; they were about to start the morning duels. I watched as two men from the crowd shook hands and drew their swords, preparing to attack. They were giving the winner one hundred golden coins this time! That's going to make the victor a filthy rich bastard. You could see the sweat drip down from both of them, the air was sufforcating. I wanted to know who was going to win.

The first man was held him self straight and tall, he had brown curls, and a toothpick hanging out of his mouth. The other man was tall as well, but had long black hair tied to the back, and a tough battle scar across his right eye. "Ya ready? I'm gonna wipe yo scrawny butt with my sword techniques," The man, with the toothpick in his mouth, mocked the other guy. He only smirked and motioned with his hand to go on.

"Julius, that's my name. And you?" The toothpick dude asked. The other guy, charged at Julius with his sword ready to stab him.

"Robert," He grinned. The other guy defended him self, by blocking the sword and holding it with his bare hands!

"You don't seem very fond with talking, I assume?" He mocked. They fought off each other, trying to land a scratch on each other. Robert seemed to be in the lead. It's too bad I couldn't join in. I've always wanted to fight one of the so called strong "swordsmen", I know I'd put up a great fight. But if they see me, they'll start throwing rocks and chasing me. 

The match was intensifying with each sword clash. I forced my eyes away when I spotted movement from a nearby bush, and so did Rrbert. He seemed very skilled due to his quick alertness to his surroundings. He jumped back and put up a hand, pointing at the bush. I decided to stay as still as possible. I know one thing for sure; if I was found out, it wouldn't be good for me.