A Shattered Sword (Incomplete)

Chapter 4 - A Duel of Wills

A/N this story is rated as any age, though if you can please don't read until you understand what the mental trauma of his situation is... anyway for those who do want a lemon I'll have you know that this story is child friendly. This chapter took a while to find and all I know is that I had writers block right before writing this...

This Admiral was a fool to challenge me. He was walking towards me in his armour a steel sword raised high, overconfident. Then you get me standing with my heirloom sword, probably made of mithril which would cleave a cow in half with one stroke, my mithral armour gleaming on my ripped figure. My raven hair looking like a wolf's mane.

With that the duel began. For a minute we traded strokes, letting him think that he had the upper hand. Then he lunged for a death blow, only to see my blur of a sword shatter his sword into many pieces, then pop my assassin's knife out of its sheathe. "You're are not worthy to die by my blade." I said calmly. He angrily tried to slam the spike of his shield in to my face only for me to duck out of the way put my sword away and open my shield. "Your sister, or should I say my future wife will adore me when I kill you!" He screamed.

I gave him a death stare worthy of my sister. Put my helmet on and started to up the difficulty to strike with his short sword that he had pulled out of no wear. I struck his barb on his shield, punched right through with my mithril assassin's blade cutting his middle finger clean off. "End the duel before he gets himself killed." I told my commander, General Verecundia. The short sword shot towards me, only to be shattered by shield.

"You're persistent, lets see what you can do with you bare hands." I threatened. I put my assassin blade back up my sleeve. Coiled up my fist and readied a punch, he ran at me the look of anger on his face obvious. I punched his chest plate, badly denting it. The Admiral lay on the floor winded. The fight had left his eyes. General Verecundia ended the fight there. I was still dwelling on what he had told me earlier.

A few hours earlier... General Verecundia approached me, after the meeting had adjourned. "Your wife is in vulture mountain. Your hunch was right. That sister of yours is truly something, take good care of her." He confided in me. I walked off with my sister in my arms. I laid her on her bed, made us some breakfast. I took it to her and picked her up again, spoon fed her. While she was calming down I whispered softly, "everything is going to be all right, you won't have to marry that idiot of an Admiral. I'll protect you. I love you my twin. I'm fine right now, I won't you to smile more than anything right now."

When I got back to my tent after the duel I discovered, The Admiral had sent me an ultimatum. The ultimatum read

To Perseus Wolf-brother

I will allow your sister to go with you on one condition

She spends a night with me in my tent.

I will not be responsible for what happens to her if you reject this ultimatum.

Signed Admiral Phupa.

I turned the paper over and wrote my own ultimatum on the back:

If my sister stays one night in your tent then,

I will not be responsible the farther wounds inflicted on you.

Anyway me and Cammilla, my sister are leaving this afternoon.

With a rejection I Perseus sign this ultimatum.

I took my sister with me while I was delivering it. I gave it to the General Verecundia. "Give it to him an hour from now. Tell him that you found it by armoury. Got it." I told him. "I'll cover your disappearance for the next hour. I've put your squad on instructor duties for the next year. I'll tell them that you have left to go and rescue your wife, they will find that I organised instructor duties for the next year, I'm sure you approve of it. Now get going you've got your wife to save."

We started to run off to the stables and took out our four wargs also called extra-large wolves.my warg being white, my sister's warg black as night. The other two where hazelnut brown in appearance. My sisters warg and my warg were brother and sister. And the larger of the two hazelnut wargs was my warg's mate. They are loyal fighters, and tireless runners. We are about depart for the vulture mountains when the same sentry came running over too us. "How come your squad gets instructor duties!" He screamed furiously. I turned around, gave my warg the signal to scare him stiff. My warg went slowly over to him and started to pace around him. He instantly shifted his hand too his sword. "Don't! If you pull your sword he'll attack you, and I don't want too have to explain your death" I stated threateningly. His smug expression quickly turned to a expression of terror. He ran back to his tent and disappeared. I gave my sister a thumbs up, we hopped on and we were off

An hour later in the Commander's Pavilion well I think

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN PERSEUS HAS DISAPPEARED! WHAT ABOUT HIS SISTER DID SHE ALSO DECIDE TO DISAPPEAR IN TO THIN AIR!" Screamed Admiral Phupa. His tantrum was so loud we could hear it from roughly 3 leagues away.