NBA Fanfiction Collection (2018-2019)

LeBron James Visits his Son - 11/30/18

With Lord Tyson Chander serving as his personal bodyguard, King Lebron James, The Lion, rode across the Western Territories during the magnificent autumn season to visit his youngest son, Luka Doncic in the Flatlands of Dallas. As his previous empire in Old Cleveland burned, he took his son and rode away under cover of midnight and left the boy where no one would look for him. Only his old nemsis, High Lord Dirk Nowitzki, The Speckled Rooster, could train Doncic properly in the ways of champions at the safe distance that was required.

James approached the main gate of Iron Bird Castle and slowed his steed to a trot. He kept his right hand clutching the reigns and the other on the pommel of his sword as he shrugged and loosened his shoulders in anticipation of seeing his son for the first time in what felt like years.

The gate began to open before he could fully complete his approach and it stopped just wide enough for High Lord Nowitzki to move just past them. The extra wide cape fastened to his armor whipped in the wind, contributing to the obscuring of the figure standing behind him.

Nowitzki cracked a wry smile, ticked his head up, and called out to the King.

"Heh....hello LeBron! Good to see you again!"

James' respect for the Old Legend prevented him from taking offense to being called by his first name as he smiled back at him as the gates began to open fully behind Nowitzki.

"As always, my greatest foe. How is my son?"

Nowitzki looked at Lord Chandler for a moment and saluted him before quickly stepping to the side and turning toward the entrance, revealing Doncic to his father. The boy stood with his hand on his sword pommel in the same manner as his father as his smiled seemed travel out from him. The chorus of a town buzzing with excitement and anticipation echoed behind the young knight. James shed a small tear and laughed for a moment before drawing a wooden training sword.

"My son, when I left you here, this place was a den of hopelessness and misery. I'm so very proud of you."

James turned his left shoulder outward and stepped back with his left foot. He pulled his sword up and pointed it at Doncic, maintaining the smile on his face.

"Now for a lesson with your old man..."