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Many years ago...
With the moon hiding behind the dark clouds, not a single star in the sky was shown. Down below, on top of a very unique castle, with only the torches as their light source, the two men were busily engaged in a sword battle on the roof of the castle. With one being a young man in his early twenties with sky blue eyes and dressed in an armored outfit, and the other being an older man dressed in Gothic medieval clothing, the two were at each other’s throat while being careful not to fall off the roof. It was a slippery place for a battle, but since they were already there and too focused on each other, they were stuck there until one of them dies.
“This can go on for ages” the older man growled as the younger man panted exhaustedly while leaning against a stone pillar “But I think we should end it now, surrender yourself, Richard.”
“Yeah,” the young man, Richard breathed while clutching onto his sword handle tightly “I don’t think so.”
And with that, he got back up and swung his sword at the older man who blocked the strike with his much larger sword. The two opponents continued to fight each other as Richard climbed onto the battlement walkway where he turned around expecting to see his enemy, but instead, his enemy was nowhere to be seen. Knowing that he will jump out at any second, the young man kept his grip on his sword while gazing around. Already covered in bruises and cuts on different parts of his body, Richard desperately wanted to rest, but he knew he couldn’t give up.
Keeping his eyes out for an upcoming attack, he didn’t notice his enemy sneaking up from behind a pillar with his sword raised. But at the moment, Richard had already sensed the presence behind him as he turned around just as the older man swung down his sword, only to be blocked by Richard’s sword. But that didn’t stop his opponent from sending a hard kick to the young man who fell back with a hard thud that caused him to wince.
When he looked back up, he spotted his enemy getting ready to stab his sword right through his chest. Acting quickly, Richard swung his body to the side, but even though that avoid him from getting stabbed in the chest, he wasn’t far enough as he felt the sharp blade slice through the top of his right shoulder that wasn’t armored as he cried out in agony. Clutching the wound with his hand, the young man could feel the blood oozing out from his shoulder as he felt himself getting weak from all the misery.
“Just give up already” his enemy snarled, “You’re already weak. Surrender your ring, and perhaps I can give you a speedy death.”
With his hand still on his wound, Richard looked down at his other hand that gripped his sword where he spotted his silver ring on his middle finger that had designs on the sides with a gem in the center that was a gray color. It was his most valuable possession, and he knew he couldn’t give it to his enemy, no matter what.
“Even if I die,” he managed to puff out, “The ring will be passed down to the next firstborn male of my bloodline. And from there, the power of the ring will keep going to defeat forces like you.”
His enemy gave a snicker, “In that case, I will be glad to kill whoever’s next in your bloodline.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that,” Richard suddenly smirked.
“What makes you say that?”
“Because I’m not gonna die tonight, you are.”
Before his enemy could even react, Richard used all of the remaining strength he had to swing his sword at his foe as the blade sliced across his stomach, tearing through his clothes. With his opponent distracted by the sudden attack, Richard gathered up his energy to lift himself up to where he was tall enough to thrust the sword right through a weak spot of the armor and through his foe’s stomach. With the sword right through his enemy’s body, he pulled his bloodied sword out as he leaned back and watched as his opponent began to tumble back towards the edge while clutching his bloody wound.
And just like that, his foe fell backward and over the edge of the tower until he heard the sound of a splash.
But wanting to make sure he was really dead, Richard clutched onto the ledge and pulled himself up as he limped over to the edge where he peered down and saw his enemy’s body floating away in the river that ran near the castle. He had done it, he had defeated his enemy, and he still had the ring. With his hand still on his bloody wound, Richard looked down at the ring on his other hand and saw that the gem in the center was now a golden color as he felt his lips curl into a small smile.
“Ricky!” a feminine voice called out as he turned around to see a beautiful young girl his age running towards him in her battle outfit.
But this girl was different from him was that she wasn’t human like him, due to the fact that her ears were pointed, she was an elf dressed in armor with her brown locks tied behind her in a high ponytail.
“Are you okay?” she demanded with a worried look.
“I’m fine” he assured before turning to his wound “Although this is going to turn into a scar.”
She winced at the sight of his wound when he added- “I did it, Luna, I defeated Azar.”
She gasped, “You did?! Where is he?!”
“Floated away in the river” he looked over the edge to see that his enemy’s body had indeed floated away in the river “There’s a chance we can still find his body as proof.”
“I’ll get the guards on it.”
She was about to walk away when she noticed Richard looking down at his ring.