• It was 3450 AD the world has gone back to the way it did long ago. People thrived in castles, and battles always raged between lands. But there’s one stronghold that is feared by most, they look for rare items and when it is heard they have found something they like, it will mean war on the stronghold who owns it. Most forfeit their belongings, but there will be one that will stand up and fight them for what belongs to them.

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    “Goliath we should be getting back to the castle soon. Goliath are you even listening to me,” said a voice behind the trees looking around for the person he was trying to talk to.

    “Yea I hear you, your probably right Gabriel,” said the other man. “I think we have enough food for now.” Goliath held a crossbow in his right hand laying at his side and arrows in a patch over his right shoulder. There were birds, a fox, and a few rabbits attached to a string that held over his left shoulder. “There are still other hunting parties out here.”

    Gabriel agreed, with a small pile of food and a cross bow in his left hand and a pack of arrows on his right shoulder. They were far away from the enormous castle they call home. The castle walls were thick and tall and could survive an invasion from neighboring countries. The walls of the fortress had many beatings and scares on it but had always survived through all the battles. The people inside had always been victorious.

    They had just started walking home, Which would still take them still take few hours to get there. Goliath had stopped in his tracks and sensed that something was wrong, he smelled smoke and looked towards the castle and saw smoke rising behind the fortress walls.

    “No!” Goliath yelled dropping the animals he killed and started running towards the castle with his crossbow in his hands prepared to fire. Gabriel picked up Goliath’s catch, stared up to the castle and ran after his companion. The battle had already started and was coming to an end.

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    Meanwhile inside the castle a battle was raging between the Lathorians and Darkconians. Many were dying on each side of the battle field, friends, family members and warriors. The Lathorian’s knew this battle was coming it was only a matter of time the Darkconians came for the Lunar Stone. The Lathorian’s had trained for this moment, but it was going to be in vain. Mothers that were taking care of the young were sheltered while the warriors, apprentices, and other women warriors were battling to save them, but the Darkconian warriors broke through Lathorian’s defense line. The invading warriors were killing everyone in their way and would spare no one.

    The leader of this Lathorian castle, Cirvia, was going through the lines of the enemy, heading for the shelter were his wife and daughter were being sheltered. He killed and injured as many of the enemies as he could while he was heading there. He didn’t reach the shelter in time, someone from the enemy ranks had killed them. He wanted to kill them all but there were to many to kill off. A sword hit his and made him fall to the ground and dropped his defenses. At this time the enemy warriors took advantage of this and jumped over him knowing he wouldn’t survive much longer and didn’t take the time to kill him. After the warriors jumped over him he got up unsteadily as if it was an effort to stand. Someone had kicked Cirvia to the ground and was dragging him up the stairs to Cirvia’s camber. This man was the leader of this attacking force of the Cirvia no doubt. Cirvia was weak and exhausted from the injuries he suffered from this battle and could not get up again. Cirvia’s friend and trusted commander started running towards his leader, dodging battles and blows so he could get there quickly.

    When the enemy commander threw Cirvia to the ground, the only thing the man said was “Where is it? I know it’s here!”

    “I don’t know what your talking about,” Cirvia said in an unsteadily breathless voice, looking away to his right toward the window.

    “We’ve been looking for it for many years and we’re not going to stop here. If we don’t find it today we’ll come for it soon, again. What I am I thinking, you already know this, after all you were one of the best members of the Darkconian crest before you left.”

    “That was many years ago Cirvic," Cirvia said madly,"and I’ve sworn to never let anything in my procession that the Darkconians wants into their hands.”

    “Well, I’m sorry to here that. Now, I am the best of our group and the one who planned this brigade against you to get the Lunar Stone. I also came to see if I could change your mind and come make you come back to the Darkconians so your talents wouldn’t go to waste, but I see you will never join us again. What a waste,” he said shaking his head to each side of his shoulder. “Well, goodbye then, brother.”

    Cirvic had his sword in the air about to slash Cirvia, when someone burst through the door, out of breath. “Lupin!”Cirvia said surprisingly. It was Cirvia’s friend.

    Cirvic had already put his sword to his side seeming surprised he said, “Well, well look what we have here. This must be your friend eh Cirvia. It’s been a long time.”

    “Not long enough I say Cirvic.” Lupin said, with his sword in his right hand ready for battle.

    Lupin lunged toward Cirvic with almost full force but was dodged with a quick and stealthy move. They lunged and slashed at each other, loud noises came from their swords. They moved fast and dodged each others blows with their own or getting out of the way. Cirvic caught Lupin’s sword with his own, twirling it out of Lupin’s hand and it flew to the stone floor with a thudded clunk.

    “So this is the best you can do,” he said coolly and nonchalantly. His sword hand was relaxed and the sword hanged loose in his hand and swayed in it.

    He let his guard down and Lupin charged towards him with his hands extended to scratch his face but he did not feel the flesh of his enemy or the touch of warm blood that should have come from Cirvic but the cool chilling breeze through his fingers. Cirvic was behind him with the sword piercing Lupin’s back. Lupin yelled an agonizing scream and fell to his knees and sat back onto his heels, with the sword still in his back.

    Civic didn’t take his sword but picked up Lupin’s sword which was close to Cirvia. He was about to slash Cirvia again when he was hit on the side of his head. Lupin had stood up and the sword from his back was know in his left hand and had punched Cirvic on the back right side of the head. Lupin leaped toward Cirvic with his arms dragging behind him into a powerful blow. Cirvic was still dazed but somehow he managed to put up his sword but wasn’t strong enough to stop the full force of the blow. The sword Cirvic held was pushed towards his body, cut the left shoulder and down across his torso and fell to the ground on his back but found enough strength to push Lupin enough away so he could stand up.

    Lupin charged him again, and pierced Cirvic’s in the left shoulder but Cirvic had also pierced the sword into Lupin’s torso only inches away from the heart. Lupin still pushed his sword into Cirvic and started pushing him toward the window Cirvic noticed this and pushed the sword more into Lupin, but Lupin still pushed onward to the window.

    “Lupin don’t do it,” Cirvia said ghastly. Looking at the two warriors battling for dominance.

    There was no escape from each others deathly grasp of their swords. Blood had trickled down both of the warriors armor to the ground and started to make a stream of blood where they met into one another in a puddle.

    "What are you doing? Your going to kill us both!" Cirvic yelled.

    "If that is the only way to kill you, then very well." Lupin said calmly.

    Cirvic twisted his sword in hope that Lupin would stop pushing and loosen his grip, but Lupin just gave a scream from pain. Then he gave a scream but it was one full of effort to push Cirvic harder towards the window where they fell towards the ground which seemed like time had stopped. The warriors had let go of their grip on their swords and both had a sword somewhere on their torso while still falling. Cirvic gave out a scream of shear terror of falling to the ground but all Lupin did was look at Cirvic and smile. Glad that the terror and rein of Cirvic had finally ended even though it meant for himself to go with Cirvic but the Darkconian’s rule still goes on.