A while ago, Peter had been walking through the thick snow, his boots sinking deep with each step. His breath came out in puffs and his nose was numb from the cold. He had been walking for what felt like an eternity and he was beginning to think he would never find shelter.Just as he was about to give up hope, he spotted a cozy looking house nestled amongst the trees. His heart lifted at the sight and he quickened his pace, eager to get inside.He pushed the creaky front door open and was welcomed by the warm glow of a fire burning in the hearth. The smell of coffee filled the air, and he could hear the gentle clinking of a spoon against a mug.A man sat hunched over a small table, surrounded by stacks of books and papers. He looked up at Peter, a gentle smile spreading across his face."Hello, Peter," the man said. "I've been expecting you."Peter was taken aback. He had never met this man before, yet he knew his name. How was that possible?The old man stood up and walked over to
Peter stirred in his sleep as the cold bucket of water hit him square in the face. He jolted upright, gasping for air and frantically wiping the water from his eyes."Come on, young one," the monk's voice was calm but stern. "You know the rules. No sleeping till sunrise."Peter groaned as he tried to shake the sleep from his mind. This was the fourth time that he had been awoken with a bucket of water. He knew he had to do better, but the soft blankets and warm pillow were a constant temptation."Sorry, sorry," Peter muttered as he clambered out of bed. "I'll do better."The monk nodded, his eyes examining Peter with a hint of concern. "You're here to find your true self. To do that, you must be disciplined and committed. We only have a limited amount of time here, and every moment is precious."Peter nodded. He knew the monk was right. He was here for a reason, to find his inner strength, to learn to meditate, and to become a better wielder of the sword of truth. But old habits were
' It's been two weeks of me sweeping and cleaning this temple but this old man hadn't returned the compass and map to me… haven't I worked enough? Haven't I trained enough?' Peter was thinking these thoughts as he swept the yard, just then the old man called his name from inside the temple. When entered Peter entered the temple, he heard the monk's voice. Are you ready for the challenge? The elderly monk stood at the center of the temple's training grounds, surrounded by the scent of incense. His eyes were closed as he meditated, his hands clasped together in front of him.Peter approached him, taking slow and cautious steps. This was the moment he had been training for during the past two weeks. He was nervous, but he was also excited for the challenge that lay ahead."Master," he said, bowing respectfully. "I am ready to face your challenge."The monk opened his eyes and nodded. "Very well," he said. "You know the rules. You have until the sand in this hourglass runs out to land t
Peter had been heading to God knows where, lost in his thoughts. But what called his attention was a girl who laid down in the middle of the woods.It seemed as if she was dead, passed out or badly injured.Peter ran towards the girl and knelt beside her. " Hey are you okay?" Peter asked, turning the girl's body which was facing the other way.When the girl's body turned around, her eyes were open and she looked Peter straight in the eye before pinning a poisoned needle in his arm.Peter leaped behind, away from the girl who stood up to continue with her mission. " Peter, I have been searching for you for so long. The change in your looks made it harder to find you." The girl said, referring to Peter's shaved hair." But however I did find you and it's time for you to die." The girl said.Peter's vision was already getting blurry as he struggled to hear what the girl was saying. Peter activated his kwi and immediately, the poison stopped affecting him.Peter stood up after feeling bet
Peter followed Monica into the castle. It was a grand, old building filled with paintings, chandeliers, and grand staircases. He was in awe of the architecture and the elegance of everything around him.As they made their way into the main hall, Monica's family appeared before them. They were dressed in fine clothes, and their faces lit up with everything from curiosity to relief to joy as they saw that their long-lost daughter had returned."Monica, my darling!" exclaimed the Queen, her voice thick with emotion as she rushed to embrace her daughter. "We've been so worried about you!"" Mum, Dad…" Monica shouted as she saw her parents.The King came up to her as well, and gave her a huge hug.The three hugged for a while before the king looked at Peter and asked." May I know you boy?" " He is Peter, father. He saved my life and brought me here…" Monica replied "Thank you, Peter, for bringing her back to us. We'll forever be in your debt."Peter looked slightly taken aback, and he
Peter followed the king, the old man and the two warriors into what looked like a temple. A big box which almost looked like a coffin was opened and inside the box, a red amor could be seen and another long box which obviously looked like a box containing a sword could be seen inside.The sword was taken out and Peter couldn't believe his eyes how beautiful the sword was. The sword sparkled as light reflected on it and it looked spotless like it was just from the black smith.The old man held the sword in his hand and asked,"Can you read the writings on this sword?" " It is written, the sword of truth." Peter replied." You know, at first we weren't sure if you were the sixth master or not, but with your knowledge of this ancient writing, and the the red crystal which you brought with you, it convinced us the you were the sixth. But what convinced us more was the fact that you successfully passed all the six tests." The old man explained.Peter at this moment was as lost as all the
Cassian stepped outside the palace gates, feeling a sense of foreboding. Something was not right. He looked up to the sky and gasped in horror. The sky was no longer blue, but a deep, blood red. It was as if the very heavens were on fire.In the distance, Cassian could see a portal opening up in the sky. Black tendrils of smoke seeped out of it, followed by a cacophony of demonic screams and roars. Cassian could see massive beasts falling out of the portal and crashing into the land below."It's happening," an old man's voice interrupted his thoughts. Cassian turned to see the old man, who had explained everything to him."What is happening, old man?" Cassian asked "The prophecy has come true," the old man said in a grave tone. "The portal is open, and the demons have come to claim our kingdom."Cassian drew his sword, his knuckles turning white around the hilt. He ran towards the portal, determined to fight the demons.The sky continued to darken, and the screams of the demons grew
John took a deep breath as he faced the group of beasts in front of him. His heart was pounding with excitement as he was eager to test out the power from his new set of fighting skits. He tightened the grip on his new sword, and activated the power of the amulet around his neck, then he felt the magical energy flowing through him.The beasts growled and stepped toward John, but he didn't flinch. He lifted his sword high, and a burst of magical energy shot from it, knocking one of the beasts off its feet. The others hesitated for a moment and then charged at him, but John was ready for them.He swung his sword with ease, and each strike sent a wave of magic rippling through the air. The beasts snarled and dodged his attacks, but they couldn't escape his powerful strikes. With the amulet around his neck, John felt like he could do anything.Zara and the old man were full of excitement as they watched the new John in action.With John taking down the beasts too easily, they started to r