NBA Fanfiction Collection (2018-2019)

Luka Doncic Feels the Weight - 11/28/18

On an overcast day in the Flatlands, Luka Doncic, The Golden Eagle trained in the castle courtyard with the rest of the Galloping Knights of Dallas. The fighters executed sword strike patterns and rotated amongst themselves as it was important to practice with warriors of all sizes. After the final rotation, Doncic found himself lined up across from none other than Lord Dirk Nowitzki, The Speckled Rooster.

Since Doncic possessed superior speed, agility, and endurance at that point in Nowitzki's life, he matched the old legend strike for strike with little effort. After Lord Commander Carlisle signaled the end of the exercise, Luka exhaled and smiled at Dirk, who kept a straight face in response.

"What are you smiling about, boy?"

Doncic grinned even wider, opened his arms, and called out to Nowitzki.

"Oh relax, old man. I'm thriving on the practice court, I'm thriving in battle, and the people adore me. I will end up not only a champion, but High Lord of the Realm in no time. This life is beautiful."

Nowitzki smirked and began to remove the gauntlet glove from his left hand as he responded to the Golden Eagle.

"Beautiful, is it? I see..."

Doncic began to turn away when the old legend finished removing his glove, revealing the two massive gold rings adorning his left hand. They shined magnificently even in the cloudy weather, prompting Luka to freeze wide-eyed in place. Nowitzki slowly began removing the ring from his index finger as the other Galloping Knights formed a circle around the two.

"Champion", he said with a smile as the ring cleared the tip of his finger. He looked back at Doncic and held the ring out for him to take.

"Go ahead...try it on."

Doncic carefully took the ring from Nowitzki's outstretched hand. He was shocked at it's burdensome weight as he slipped it onto his index finger and looked back up at Nowitzki.

"And...High Lord of the Realm", Nowitzki said as he pulled the other ring off his middle finger and held it in the air for all the knights to see before handing it to his protege.

Doncic put it on and curled his arm up and down a couple of times in an effort to get used to the anchor-like weights on his fingers. He began to gaze at them deeply before he was quickly interrupted by Nowitzki.

"You can borrow those for the rest of the day."

The young lord's eyes lit up and he almost forgot all about the crippling weight.

"Now pick up your sword, boy. You'll need to learn that one does not just 'end up' a champion of anything. You must learn what it takes to become one."