NBA Fanfiction Collection (2018-2019)

Luka Doncic Confronts Deandre Jordan - 11/17/18

Luka Doncic, The Golden Sparrow, searched frantically in the armory for his quiver of arrows after discovering they were missing from his equipment box. The Galloping Knights of Dallas were to begin a training session in a few minutes and Lord Commander Carlisle had little patience for tardiness and lack of preparation. He checked the boxes on either side of his then ran to the other side of the armory to find a squire. That was when he saw DeAndre Jordan, The Iron Bear grinning in the in the corner, holding his quiver.

Doncic reached and began to call out to him but before he could say anything, Jordan poured water from his massive canteen into the quiver, soaking all of his arrows before dropping it to ground. Jordan laughed as Doncic stares at his prized quiver on the ground in front of him.

The young lord began to breathe heavily as the anger bubbled inside him. Jordan and a few other of the older knights had done everything in their power to make his life as miserable as possible since he arrived in Dallas. As he began to take a step forward towards him, Jordan called out to the young lord.

"What do you think you're about to do, Donbitch? Take another step forward and I'll flatten you."

Doncic closed his eyes and remembered a recent conversation he had with Dirk Nowitzki, The Speckled Rooster...

He remembered bursting into the old legend's chambers in tears, swearing he would never attend a training session again after Jordan and Lord Wesley Matthews kept whacking his training sword out of his hands between sessions. That was when Nowitzki began to invoke his wisdom upon the boy.

"They hate not only, but more importantly what you represent, bot. I remember long ago, knights mocked me as well. I was not much older than you, in fact."

Doncic wiped his tears and responded in disbelief at what he had just heard.

"People mocked YOU??"

Nowitzki chuckled and continued.

"Heh...the realm was a different place back then, my boy. Knights my size were not archers, only swordsmen."

Doncic did not fully understand, but he nodded anyway.

"How do I make them like me, Lord Nowitzki? How did you handle it? How did you end up succeeding?", Doncic asked.

Nowitzki stood up straight and adjusted his robes before responding.

"Well, the first thing is I did not concern myself with the opinions of old fossils. Particularly fossils with no future in this house or any other, for that matter."

Doncic tried to interrupt but was cut off as Nowitzki continued.

"Secondly, I knew that I could outwork anyone. I knew the ones who trained less then me would perish before I would."

Doncic stopped trying to interject and just listened.

"And finally, you must perform. Perform, boy. There is nothing else to consider."

Those last words from that exchange echoed through Doncic's head as he opened his eyes and stared at Jordan towering in front of him.

"What are you going to do, boy? I've fought in the realm long enough to know that it favors the strong like me."

Doncic kept his focus on Jordan, hardly noticing the crowd of knights that began to form around the two. After a few more moments of tension, Doncic took a deep breath and finally responded with confidently.

"Pick up a sword then..."