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"Here, Lord Victory," said one of the archers as he handed him a letter.
Victory grabbed it and shouted, "Quiet! Do not call me Lord anymore."
Then, he began to open it slowly. Victory served as the Gate Lord, commanding 50 men under him. He had grown to despise the title of lord ever since that fateful fight where two unruly men threw him over the wall, leaving him with grave injuries that nearly claimed his life. From that day on, his men began to address him as Lord.
As he read the letter, Victory realized it was signed by his brother, Lender. Without hesitation, he made a decision. Determined, Victory sought an audience with Prince Radamier, the ruler of the city, to request a few days' leave.
Upon meeting Prince Radamier, a sense of relief washed over Victory as the prince willingly granted him the leave he desired. Radamier, well aware of Victory's dedication and loyalty, reassured him that he could take the time he needed. In a playful manner, the prince added, "Just make sure not to disappear forever!"
A chuckle escaped Victory's lips at the prince's humor. "Rest assured, my lord," Victory responded with a nod, "I will return before you realize I'm gone, ready to embrace the title of Lord once more."
Curiosity filled Radamier's face as he inquired, "So, you truly dislike being called Lord then?"
Victory shrugged. "I'm uncertain. Though I believe this might be of use to you," he said, handing Radamier the letter.
Taking the letter, Radamier quickly skimmed through its contents. Confusion furrowed his brow as he spoke, "Lender wants to inform you that your father, General Honder, is dying. I had heard rumors of his declining health, but now I understand your destination."
As Victory left the audience with Prince Radamier, he headed towards the gate to give his men some orders. He entrusted Bryce with leadership until his return and invited his best friend, who also served as one of his men, to accompany him to the royal city, despite his young age of only 17.
Victory and his young friend embarked on a determined ride toward the royal city. The wind whipped through their hair as their horses galloped across the vast countryside, the rhythmic sound of hooves echoing in their ears. Along the way, Victory couldn't help but reflect on the letter from his brother, Lender, reminding him of his father's impending fate.
Do hear the river he asked his friend who's name was lomer do you hear it in the distance.
"Yes, I do," Lomer replied, leaning closer to Victory as they rode side by side. "The sound of rushing water seems to be growing louder. It must be a nearby river."
Victory nodded, his focus momentarily drifting towards the distant rumble. The noise of the river provided a certain solace amidst the weight of his thoughts. It reminded him of the passage of time, the constant flow of life that carried them forward, even in the face of impending loss.
As they rode on, Victory's mind continued to wander, contemplating the memories he shared with his father. The strong, proud figure that had instilled in him a sense of duty and honor, now fading with each passing day. It was a bittersweet journey, filled with both longing and a determination to see his father once more.
The rhythmic beat of hooves and the soothing sound of the river merged into a comforting symphony, offering a momentary respite from the weight of their mission. Victory knew that when they reached their destination, his resolve would be tested, and the pain of parting would hit even harder. But for now, in the company of his loyal friend and the river's gentle melody, he found strength to carry on towards his father's side.
"Here, Lord Victory," said one of the archers as he handed him a letter.
Victory grabbed it and shouted, "Quiet! Do not call me Lord anymore."
Then, he began to open it slowly. Victory served as the Gate Lord, commanding 50 men under him. He had grown to despise the title of lord ever since that fateful fight where two unruly men threw him over the wall, leaving him with grave injuries that nearly claimed his life. From that day on, his men began to address him as Lord.
As he read the letter, Victory realized it was signed by his brother, Lender. Without hesitation, he made a decision. Determined, Victory sought an audience with Prince Radamier, the ruler of the city, to request a few days' leave.
Upon meeting Prince Radamier, a sense of relief washed over Victory as the prince willingly granted him the leave he desired. Radamier, well aware of Victory's dedication and loyalty, reassured him that he could take the time he needed. In a playful manner, the prince added, "Just make sure not to disappear forever!"
A chuckle escaped Victory's lips at the prince's humor. "Rest assured, my lord," Victory responded with a nod, "I will return before you realize I'm gone, ready to embrace the title of Lord once more."
Curiosity filled Radamier's face as he inquired, "So, you truly dislike being called Lord then?"
Victory shrugged. "I'm uncertain. Though I believe this might be of use to you," he said, handing Radamier the letter.
Taking the letter, Radamier quickly skimmed through its contents. Confusion furrowed his brow as he spoke, "Lender wants to inform you that your father, General Honder, is dying. I had heard rumors of his declining health, but now I understand your destination."
As Victory left the audience with Prince Radamier, he headed towards the gate to give his men some orders. He entrusted Bryce with leadership until his return and invited his best friend, who also served as one of his men, to accompany him to the royal city, despite his young age of only 17.
Victory and his young friend embarked on a determined ride toward the royal city. The wind whipped through their hair as their horses galloped across the vast countryside, the rhythmic sound of hooves echoing in their ears. Along the way, Victory couldn't help but reflect on the letter from his brother, Lender, reminding him of his father's impending fate.
Do hear the river he asked his friend who's name was lomer do you hear it in the distance.
"Yes, I do," Lomer replied, leaning closer to Victory as they rode side by side. "The sound of rushing water seems to be growing louder. It must be a nearby river."
Victory laughed we go over the river he said.
Victory's laughter filled the air as he contemplated their path. The idea of crossing the river brought a sense of adventure and anticipation amidst their solemn mission. He glanced at Lomer, his young friend, with a mischievous spark in his eyes.
"Indeed, my friend," Victory replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Let us take the path less traveled and cross this river. It will bring us closer to our destination, and who knows what wonders or challenges await us on the other side."
Lomer's face lit up with enthusiasm, eager to embrace the unknown ahead. "I'm with you, Victory," he declared. "To the river we go, side by side, ready to face whatever lies ahead."
As they rode on, the distant sound of rushing water grew even stronger, beckoning them forward. Victory couldn't help but be filled with a renewed sense of purpose and determination. Crossing the river was not just a physical journey but symbolized their readiness to face the trials and uncertainties that awaited them.
With the river as their guide, Victory and Lomer spurred their horses onward, their spirits lifted by the mixing melodies of their hooves and the cascading waters. They rode forward, united in their resolve, ready to brave the challenges that lay ahead, fueled by the unwavering bond of friendship and the love for Victory's ailing father.
"Here, Lord Victory," said one of the archers as he handed him a letter.
Victory grabbed it and shouted, "Quiet! Do not call me Lord anymore."
Then, he began to open it slowly. Victory served as the Gate Lord, commanding 50 men under him. He had grown to despise the title of lord ever since that fateful fight where two unruly men threw him over the wall, leaving him with grave injuries that nearly claimed his life. From that day on, his men began to address him as Lord.
As he read the letter, Victory realized it was signed by his brother, Lender. Without hesitation, he made a decision. Determined, Victory sought an audience with Prince Radamier, the ruler of the city, to request a few days' leave.
Upon meeting Prince Radamier, a sense of relief washed over Victory as the prince willingly granted him the leave he desired. Radamier, well aware of Victory's dedication and loyalty, reassured him that he could take the time he needed. In a playful manner, the prince added, "Just make sure not to disappear forever!"
A chuckle escaped Victory's lips at the prince's humor. "Rest assured, my lord," Victory responded with a nod, "I will return before you realize I'm gone, ready to embrace the title of Lord once more."
Curiosity filled Radamier's face as he inquired, "So, you truly dislike being called Lord then?"
Victory shrugged. "I'm uncertain. Though I believe this might be of use to you," he said, handing Radamier the letter.
Taking the letter, Radamier quickly skimmed through its contents. Confusion furrowed his brow as he spoke, "Lender wants to inform you that your father, General Honder, is dying. I had heard rumors of his declining health, but now I understand your destination."
As Victory left the audience with Prince Radamier, he headed towards the gate to give his men some orders. He entrusted Bryce with leadership until his return and invited his best friend, who also served as one of his men, to accompany him to the royal city, despite his young age of only 17.
Victory and his young friend embarked on a determined ride toward the royal city. The wind whipped through their hair as their horses galloped across the vast countryside, the rhythmic sound of hooves echoing in their ears. Along the way, Victory couldn't help but reflect on the letter from his brother, Lender, reminding him of his father's impending fate.
Do hear the river he asked his friend who's name was lomer do you hear it in the distance.
"Yes, I do," Lomer replied, leaning closer to Victory as they rode side by side. "The sound of rushing water seems to be growing louder. It must be a nearby river."
Victory laughed we go over the river he said, have you not been to Royal city before.
I have only once though, like most boys my age.
Victory chuckled, his laughter blending with the rhythmic beat of their horses' hooves. "Well, my young friend, prepare yourself for an adventure," he exclaimed with a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Crossing the river is just the beginning of our journey to the royal city. There's much more to explore and experience."
Lomer's eyes widened with anticipation, his youthful spirit eagerly embracing the unknown. "I've heard tales of grandeur and majesty surrounding the royal city," he replied, his voice filled with awe. "To have the opportunity to visit once more and be by your side, Victory, it is an honor beyond measure."
As they rode closer to the river, the sound of rushing water grew louder, beckoning them forward. Victory's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions – a tinge of sadness for his father's failing health, but also a flicker of hope for the journey that lay ahead. Crossing the river symbolized a new chapter, a chance for both Victory and Lomer to prove their mettle and face the tests awaiting them.
"There will be challenges, my friend," Victory said, his voice filled with determination. "But together, we shall navigate the depths of the river, metaphorical or otherwise, and emerge stronger on the other side. We'll face whatever comes with the resilience and courage befitting warriors."
With a shared determination, Victory and Lomer urged their horses forward, their spirits soaring like the birds that soared above them. The river shimmered ahead, promising a path to the royal city and a destiny that awaited them both. As they stepped into the rushing current, the bond between them strengthened, ready to face the trials and adventures that awaited them beyond the river's edge.
"Here, Lord Victory," said one of the archers as he handed him a letter.
Victory grabbed it and shouted, "Quiet! Do not call me Lord anymore."
Then, he began to open it slowly. Victory served as the Gate Lord, commanding 50 men under him. He had grown to despise the title of lord ever since that fateful fight where two unruly men threw him over the wall, leaving him with grave injuries that nearly claimed his life. From that day on, his men began to address him as Lord.
As he read the letter, Victory realized it was signed by his brother, Lender. Without hesitation, he made a decision. Determined, Victory sought an audience with Prince Radamier, the ruler of the city, to request a few days' leave.
Upon meeting Prince Radamier, a sense of relief washed over Victory as the prince willingly granted him the leave he desired. Radamier, well aware of Victory's dedication and loyalty, reassured him that he could take the time he needed. In a playful manner, the prince added, "Just make sure not to disappear forever!"
A chuckle escaped Victory's lips at the prince's humor. "Rest assured, my lord," Victory responded with a nod, "I will return before you realize I'm gone, ready to embrace the title of Lord once more."
Curiosity filled Radamier's face as he inquired, "So, you truly dislike being called Lord then?"
Victory shrugged. "I'm uncertain. Though I believe this might be of use to you," he said, handing Radamier the letter.
Taking the letter, Radamier quickly skimmed through its contents. Confusion furrowed his brow as he spoke, "Lender wants to inform you that your father, General Honder, is dying. I had heard rumors of his declining health, but now I understand your destination."
As Victory left the audience with Prince Radamier, he headed towards the gate to give his men some orders. He entrusted Bryce with leadership until his return and invited his best friend, who also served as one of his men, to accompany him to the royal city, despite his young age of only 17.
Victory and his young friend embarked on a determined ride toward the royal city. The wind whipped through their hair as their horses galloped across the vast countryside, the rhythmic sound of hooves echoing in their ears. Along the way, Victory couldn't help but reflect on the letter from his brother, Lender, reminding him of his father's impending fate.
Do hear the river he asked his friend who's name was lomer do you hear it in the distance.
"Yes, I do," Lomer replied, leaning closer to Victory as they rode side by side. "The sound of rushing water seems to be growing louder. It must be a nearby river."
Victory laughed we go over the river he said, have you not been to Royal city before.
I have only once though, like most boys my age. He sighed. Victory how old are you.
Victory paused for a moment, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Well, my young friend," he replied, "I may appear older than I truly am. I have seen my fair share of battles and hardships, which have aged me in spirit. But as for my age, I am twenty-five summers young."
Lomer's eyes widened with surprise. "Twenty-five? You have accomplished so much already," he exclaimed, admiration shining in his eyes. "To lead an entire unit of warriors at such a young age, it is truly remarkable."
Victory smiled, acknowledging Lomer's praise. "Age is but a number, my friend," he said. "It is our experiences, the journeys we undertake, and the wisdom we gain along the way that truly define us. I have learned more in my short years as Gate Lord than I could have ever imagined."
As they rode closer to the rushing river, Victory's thoughts turned back to his father and the time they spent together. Memories flooded his mind, intertwining with the sound of the water, and he felt a mix of emotions - a sense of duty to be by his father's side, but also a longing for the innocence of his youth.
"We shall cross this river together, Lomer," Victory said, determination lacing his voice. "And on the other side, we will face the uncertainties that await us in the royal city. Age may bring wisdom, but it is our resilience, loyalty, and determination that will guide us through."
Lomer nodded, ready to face the challenges ahead. With their spirits heightened and the river roaring in the distance, they urged their horses forward, trusting in their bond and prepared to navigate the currents that lay before them. As they approached the river's edge, Victory felt a renewed sense of purpose, knowing that whatever lay on the other side, he would face it with strength and determination.
"Here, Lord Victory," said one of the archers as he handed him a letter.
Victory grabbed it and shouted, "Quiet! Do not call me Lord anymore."
Then, he began to open it slowly. Victory served as the Gate Lord, commanding 50 men under him. He had grown to despise the title of lord ever since that fateful fight where two unruly men threw him over the wall, leaving him with grave injuries that nearly claimed his life. From that day on, his men began to address him as Lord.
As he read the letter, Victory realized it was signed by his brother, Lender. Without hesitation, he made a decision. Determined, Victory sought an audience with Prince Radamier, the ruler of the city, to request a few days' leave.
Upon meeting Prince Radamier, a sense of relief washed over Victory as the prince willingly granted him the leave he desired. Radamier, well aware of Victory's dedication and loyalty, reassured him that he could take the time he needed. In a playful manner, the prince added, "Just make sure not to disappear forever!"
A chuckle escaped Victory's lips at the prince's humor. "Rest assured, my lord," Victory responded with a nod, "I will return before you realize I'm gone, ready to embrace the title of Lord once more."
Curiosity filled Radamier's face as he inquired, "So, you truly dislike being called Lord then?"
Victory shrugged. "I'm uncertain. Though I believe this might be of use to you," he said, handing Radamier the letter.
Taking the letter, Radamier quickly skimmed through its contents. Confusion furrowed his brow as he spoke, "Lender wants to inform you that your father, General Honder, is dying. I had heard rumors of his declining health, but now I understand your destination."
As Victory left the audience with Prince Radamier, he headed towards the gate to give his men some orders. He entrusted Bryce with leadership until his return and invited his best friend, who also served as one of his men, to accompany him to the royal city, despite his young age of only 17.
Victory and his young friend embarked on a determined ride toward the royal city. The wind whipped through their hair as their horses galloped across the vast countryside, the rhythmic sound of hooves echoing in their ears. Along the way, Victory couldn't help but reflect on the letter from his brother, Lender, reminding him of his father's impending fate.
Do hear the river he asked his friend who's name was lomer do you hear it in the distance.
"Yes, I do," Lomer replied, leaning closer to Victory as they rode side by side. "The sound of rushing water seems to be growing louder. It must be a nearby river."
Victory laughed we go over the river he said, have you not been to Royal city before.
I have only once though, like most boys my age. He sighed. Victory how old are you.
I am 21 he replied.
What shouted Lomer halting his horse, you are truly 21.
Yes replied Victory
But you appear older than you truly are. Smarter, stronger. I don't its just I never thought you to be 21.