Fantastopia: The New Life (part 1)

So much pain!

The moment I was able to regain everything that happened, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw that Castor and I had fallen on the roof where we had landed right near the edge. If we would’ve fallen just a foot farther, we’d have fallen off by now. And even though we were on the second story, we were still pretty damn high that if we did fall, we would definitely not be okay.

“Jesse!” I suddenly heard my friends call out as I looked up to see them looking down at us from the shattered window.

Before I could even respond to them, I suddenly saw Castor turning to me while on his knees as he raised his sword up at me. At that point, I quickly grabbed onto this small pole that was behind me as I used it to pull myself back and away from the swinging sword. Because of where I was, I knew it would be hard for me to climb up to the window so I had to find another way to get out of this.

“Jesse climb up!” I heard Aria shout to me.

“I’m trying!” I shouted back as I quickly dodged from another swing of Castor’s sword.

“Get onto the battlement walkway!”

“The what?!”

“Just climb up, you’ll see it!”

After missing another strike, I went ahead and climbed up the roof while grabbing onto whatever I can to pull myself up. Because I couldn’t climb towards the window, I had to climb away from it when I suddenly spotted the battlement walkway Aria told me about. It was a basic structure of any palace that should have a door for me to get into if I could make it.

With Castor coming up behind me, I hurried as fast as I could as I climbed up the roof while nearly slipping a few times as my heart kept jumping with fear. My body was already aching, but I kept fighting through until I finally made it to the walkway where I heaved myself onto it. As I tried to catch my breath, I waited for Castor to appear, but to my surprise, he didn’t come up. And as I carefully gazed over the rail, he was nowhere in sight.

Now I was even more scared. Did he fall? Wait, if he did fall, wouldn’t I have heard him scream? Where the hell is he?

All of a sudden, my question was answered when I heard an angry yell coming from the side as I turned to see Castor charging at me with his sword raised. As I once again ducked from the strike, I suddenly felt Castor send a hard kick to my face as I toppled back in pain. With blood already starting to ooze out from my nose, I didn’t have time to think about it as I saw Castor raise his sword again.

But this time, I wasn’t going to be running, I had to fight back if I was going to get out of this alive. So quickly taking out Defender in its mini form, I got it turned into its full size as I used the sword to block Castor’s strike. Thanks to Defender’s powerful surface, I was able to push Castor’s sword away while pushing myself back on my feet. Now faced to face with our weapons in our hands, I stared into Castor’s eyes with confidence that my ring had already turned magenta.

“Well,” Castor spat, “You think you have what it takes to go against me?”

“Only one way to find out,” I smirked while wiping the blood from my nose.

I knew I only had about one month of training, but I was trained by the best, not to mention that I have a really powerful sword. But still, I knew I wasn’t a master yet. But since this was a matter of life or death, I had to try everything I was taught. And for someone who was a butler, this guy was really good at sword fighting. Should I even be surprised? I feel like everyone in this world knows how to use a sword.

Because I was finally able to hold Defender with one hand, it was a bit easier to handle. But fighting against Castor was not easy in any way. He was really tiring me out, but if I showed any signs of me giving up, I knew that he won’t hesitate to kill me, I had to keep fighting. I was actually pretty impressed with myself, I haven’t fought this long against anyone without surrendering. In fact, I can’t believe I didn’t realize this before, but I can’t help but feel that I’m fighting in the same spot where my grandfather had his final battle.

But even though he made it out alive, there’s a chance that I won’t.

As I continued to keep on battling Castor, I noticed that he was growing tired as well, he was starting to make mistakes. But so was I. As I tried to swing my sword at him, he swiftly moved out of the way as he swung his sword back at me. And this time, I wasn’t quick enough to move out of the way as I felt the blade slice through my skin on my right shoulder. Unlike the other cuts I’ve gotten, this one was deep and more painful as I had to let out a loud cry of pain while stepping away from Castor so I could put my hand on my wound.

I had to lean myself against the stone rail as I held my hand against the slice that was oozing out a lot of blood. My right arm was already feeling week, I didn’t know if I could use it to hold up my sword with the pain I was feeling. I was actually on the verge of crying, my eyes were already wet with tears as I saw my blood dripping down my hand.

“Hurts doesn’t it?” I heard Castor sneer at me.

As I allowed the tears to pour down my face, I still kept my grip on Defender. No matter how much I wanted to sit down, I kept my stand until I saw Castor coming at me. I was able to block his strike with my sword no matter how painful it was to move my right arm. But at that moment, Castor sent a hard punch to my eye which sent me to the ground on my back which just caused me more pain. I never let go of my sword handle, but before I could even try to get up, Castor placed his foot on my chest and held me down.


#1050 in Fantasy
#526 in Others
#147 in Humor

Story about: fantasy, comedy, elves

Edited: 23.12.2019

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