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Finally, they reached the palace, an opulent structure adorned with gold and jewels. The guards at the entrance did not recognize Victory and his young companion as archers from this city.
"Orders from King Fadamier," spoke a dark-haired man with a full beard. "No knight, archer, or servant is allowed in without proper documentation."
Victory laughed as he swung down from his horse. "That sounds memorized," he replied. "Well, here," he said, handing him a paper.
The man took the paper and nodded towards Lomer. Lomer reached into his satchel and took out a paper as well.
The guard inspected the papers carefully, verifying their authenticity. "Ah, so you are the youngest son of General Hondo, Victory. Well, now I know your reason for coming here."
Victory nodded, relieved that their true identities had been recognized. "Yes, that is correct," he replied respectfully. "My father, General Hondo, my brother Lender, wrote to me, telling me that Hondo is dying."
"Yes, yes, that is true," said the dark-haired man. "But first, the two of you need to follow me."
Victory and Lomer looked at each other and followed him. They moved under the gateway and made a sudden right-hand turn, following him up some steps built into the side of the palace wall.
Victory suddenly knew where they were going as they reached the top. The man shouted, "Victor, Victor! Someone of great importance to you is here."
They waited for a minute or two until a tall figure approached them. It was none other than Victor, the gate lord. Victor hesitated for a moment, then he embraced Victory, a mix of surprise and emotion evident on his face.
"It has been a long time, to be exact. I haven't seen you, brother, since you were injured," Victor said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and joy.
And Victory said as if not at all Seeming interested, Lender wrote me he said.
Victor's face turned serious, realizing the weight of the situation. "Lender wrote to you about our father's condition?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.
Victory nodded. "Yes, Lender informed me of father's declining health. It's why we've come here, to the palace.
Victor looked around then said I will bring you to him. But on condition that you stop calling Lender , Lender and call him Hender, like always.
Victory nodded with a faint smile, understanding the request. "Why? He asked any way.
Because you know why. now he said lets go. Victor replied
Oh well it seems to me I don't have to call him Hender.
Victor sighed you win come on let us go
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Finally, they reached the palace, an opulent structure adorned with gold and jewels. The guards at the entrance did not recognize Victory and his young companion as archers from this city.
"Orders from King Fadamier," spoke a dark-haired man with a full beard. "No knight, archer, or servant is allowed in without proper documentation."
Victory laughed as he swung down from his horse. "That sounds memorized," he replied. "Well, here," he said, handing him a paper.
The man took the paper and nodded towards Lomer. Lomer reached into his satchel and took out a paper as well.
The guard inspected the papers carefully, verifying their authenticity. "Ah, so you are the youngest son of General Hondo, Victory. Well, now I know your reason for coming here."
Victory nodded, relieved that their true identities had been recognized. "Yes, that is correct," he replied respectfully. "My father, General Hondo, informed me that Hondo is dying."
"Yes, yes, that is true," said the dark-haired man. "But first, the two of you need to follow me."
Victory and Lomer looked at each other and followed him. They moved under the gateway and made a sudden right-hand turn, following him up some steps built into the side of the palace wall.
Victory suddenly knew where they were going as they reached the top. The man shouted, "Victor, Victor! Someone of great importance to you is here."
They waited for a minute or two until a tall figure approached them. It was none other than Victor, the gate lord. Victor hesitated for a moment, then he embraced Victory, a mix of surprise and emotion evident on his face.
"It has been a long time, to be exact. I haven't seen you, brother, since you were injured," Victor said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and joy.
And Victory said as if not at all seeming interested, "Lender wrote to me," he said.
Victor's face turned serious, realizing the weight of the situation. "Lender wrote to you about our father's condition?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.
Victory nodded. "Yes, Lender informed me of father's declining health. It's why we've come here, to the palace."
Victor looked around then said, "I will bring you to him. But on condition that you stop calling Lender, Lender and call him Hender, like always."
Victory nodded with a faint smile, understanding the request. "Why?" he asked anyway.
"Because you know why. Now," he said. "Let's go," Victor replied.
"Oh well, it seems to me I don't have to call him Hender," Victory sighed. "You win, come on, let us go."
They waited for a minute or two until a tall figure approached them. It was none other than Victor, the gate lord. Victor hesitated for a moment, then he embraced Victory, a mix of surprise and emotion evident on his face.
"It has been a long time, to be exact. I haven't seen you, brother, since you were injured," Victor said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and joy.
And Victory said as if not at all seeming interested, "Lender wrote to me," he said.
Victor's face turned serious, realizing the weight of the situation. "Lender wrote to you about our father's condition?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.
Victory nodded. "Yes, Lender informed me of father's declining health. It's why we've come here, to the palace."
Victor looked around then said, "I will bring you to him. But on condition that you stop calling Lender, Lender and call him Hender, like always."
Victory nodded with a faint smile, understanding the request. "Why?" he asked anyway.
"Because you know why. Now," he said. "Let's go," Victor replied.
"Oh well, it seems to me I don't have to call him Hender," Victory sighed.
"You win, come on, let us go." replied Victor
They waited for a minute or two until a tall figure approached them. It was none other than Victor, the gate lord. Victor hesitated for a moment, then he embraced Victory, a mix of surprise and emotion evident on his face.
"It has been a long time, to be exact. I haven't seen you, brother, since you were injured," Victor said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and joy.
And Victory said, seemingly uninterested, "Lender wrote to me," he said.
Victor's face turned serious, realizing the weight of the situation. "Lender wrote to you about our father's condition?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.
Victory nodded. "Yes, Lender informed me of Father's declining health. It's why we've come here, to the palace."
Victor looked around and then said, "I will bring you to him, but on the condition that you stop calling Lender by his name and call him Hender, like always."
Victory nodded with a faint smile, understanding the request. "Why?" he asked, curious.
"Because you know why," Victor replied. "Now, let's go."
"Oh well, it seems to me I don't have to call him Hender," Victory sighed, pushing back.
"You win. Come on, let us go," Victor responded, relenting to Victory's preference.
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With a shared understanding, Victor led Victory and Lomer through the grand halls of the palace. The opulence that surrounded them seemed to fade into the background as they made their way towards their father's chambers. As they finally reached the door, a sense of apprehension settled over Victory.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door and entered. The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with a mix of incense and age. At the center of the space, lying on a regal bed, was General Hondo, a pale shadow of his former self. His eyes flickered with recognition as he saw his sons standing before him.
"Victory, Lomer, my beloved sons," General Hondo whispered weakly. "I am glad you both have come."
Tears welled up in Victory's eyes as he approached his father's side, taking his frail hand in his own. "Father, we are here by your side," he said softly, his voice filled with a mix of love and sadness.
Lomer stood a few steps back, his gaze filled with sorrow. He couldn't find the words to express his emotions, but his presence spoke volumes.
General Hondo smiled weakly, a glimmer of pride shining in his eyes. "You are both strong and brave. I am proud to call you my sons," he said, his voice barely audible.
Victory felt a lump forming in his throat, but he mustered the strength to speak. "Father, we will honor your legacy and protect our family," he vowed, his voice filled with determination.
General Hondo's grip on Victory's hand tightened slightly, his strength fading. "I have no doubt," he whispered, before closing his eyes peacefully.
Silence enveloped the room as the weight of loss settled upon them. The sons stood by their father's side, united in grief and the promise of carrying on his legacy. As they mourned, their bond grew stronger, and they vowed to face the uncertain future together, guided by their father's spirit.
They waited for a minute or two until a tall figure approached them. It was none other than Victor, the gate lord. Victor hesitated for a moment, then he embraced Victory, a mix of surprise and emotion evident on his face.
"It has been a long time, to be exact. I haven't seen you, brother, since you were injured," Victor said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and joy.
And Victory said, seemingly uninterested, "Lender wrote to me," he said.
Victor's face turned serious, realizing the weight of the situation. "Lender wrote to you about our father's condition?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.
Victory nodded. "Yes, Lender informed me of Father's declining health. It's why we've come here, to the palace."
Victor looked around and then said, "I will bring you to him, but on the condition that you stop calling Lender by his name and call him Hender, like always."
Victory nodded with a faint smile, understanding the request. "Why?" he asked, curious.
"Because you know why," Victor replied. "Now, let's go."
"Oh well, it seems to me I don't have to call him Hender," Victory sighed, pushing back.
"You win. Come on, let us go," Victor responded, relenting to Victory's preference.
With a shared understanding, Victor led Victory and Lomer through the grand halls of the palace. The opulence that surrounded them seemed to fade into the background as they made their way towards their father's cordters.
We will first go to the family room to see Hender, Clevent, mother, and Everyone else. Said Victor
Lomer pulled on Victory's arm, I can't go in the family room with you, you now that room is only for your family. Spoke Lomer.
With a nod of understanding, Victory turned to Lomer. "You're right, Lomer. The family room is a sacred space for our family alone," he acknowledged. "You wait here, and I will join you shortly to relay what occurs."
Lomer gave a small smile, appreciating his brother's consideration. "Take care of Father, Victory," he said softly.
Victory placed a hand on Lomer's shoulder, conveying his gratitude. "I will, Lomer. Thank you."
Turning back to Victor, Victory gestured for him to lead the way. They continued their journey through the palace, veering off into a different corridor that led to the family room. As they entered, Victory's heart swelled with mixture of nostalgia and apprehension.
Inside, he was greeted with warm smiles and tear-filled eyes from his other siblings - Hender, Clevent, and their mother. The room was filled with an air of both sadness and hope, an acknowledgment of the impending farewell to their beloved father.
Victory embraced Hender and Clevent tightly, their shared bond strengthening in this moment of heartache. There were no words needed; their presence spoke volumes.
Their mother stepped forward, her expression a mix of love and sorrow. "Victory, my son, you have returned at such a crucial time," she whispered, her voice quivering with emotion.
Victory met her gaze, his eyes mirroring her pain. "I came as soon as I heard, Mother. I couldn't bear to be away during Father's final moments," he replied, his voice filled with determination.
Taking a deep breath, Victory approached his father's bedside. General Hondo lay still, his weakened form a stark contrast to the once vigorous man he had known. But his spirit remained strong.
"Father," Victory said softly, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm here. We're all here."
General Hondo's eyelids fluttered open, and he turned his gaze towards Victory. A weak smile illuminated his face. "My son..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Tears welled up in Victory's eyes as he clasped his father's hand gently. "I will continue your legacy, Father. I won't let you down."
A flicker of pride gleamed in General Hondo's eyes. "I have faith in you, Victory. Take care of our family."
With those final words, General Hondo's grip loosened, his spirit departing from the mortal realm.
Silence filled the room as the family mourned their loss. Yet, amidst the tears, there was a shared understanding that they were bound together by their love for General Hondo and their determination to honor his memory.
In the days to come, Victory would fulfill his promise to his father, becoming a guiding force for his siblings and finding strength in the legacy General Hondo left behind. And as they faced the challenges ahead, they would do so united, drawing strength from their familial bond and the wisdom imparted by their beloved father.
Victory nodded with a faint smile, understanding the request. "Why?" he asked, curious.
"Because you know why," Victor replied. "Now, let's go."
"Oh well, it seems to me I don't have to call him Hender," Victory sighed, pushing back.
"You win. Come on, let us go," Victor responded, relenting to Victory's preference.
With a shared understanding, Victor led Victory and Lomer through the grand halls of the palace. The opulence that surrounded them seemed to fade into the background as they made their way towards their father's cordters.
We will first go to the family room to see Hender, Clevent, mother, and Everyone else. Said Victor
Lomer pulled on Victory's arm, I can't go in the family room with you, you now that room is only for your family. Spoke Lomer.
With a nod of understanding, Victory turned to Lomer, with a a smile. "You're right, Lomer, but you are my guest.
So you are welcome in there for now, add Victor