As they exited the weapon shop, Rowan glanced over at Josh and saw that he had been distracted by a street performer juggling flaming swords. "Josh, come on," Rowan called out, beckoning him over."What's going on?" Josh asked as he caught up to Rowan."We need to find out more about this contest for the hand of the king," Rowan explained.Ajatar nodded in agreement, her expression as cold as ever."But first," Rowan continued, "we need to blend in a bit better. Let's find some new clothes."As they walked through the marketplace, they passed merchants selling exotic foods, mysterious potions, and even small creatures in cages. Josh couldn't help but gawk at everything around him."I feel like we're in another dimension or something," he said in awe.Ajatar rolled her eyes, unimpressed as always.As they approached a clothing stall, Rowan began to browse the racks of shirts and tunics. Josh, on the other hand, was more interested in a stall selling potions and was sniffing the bottles
Rowan, Josh, and Ajatar followed Jordan through a densely wooded path until they finally reached his house. The house was a quaint little place that oozed charm and character. The front porch was painted a vibrant blue, with flower pots filled with colorful blooms placed haphazardly around the porch. Jordan walked to the front door and pushed it open."Come on in, guys! Dinner's almost ready." Jordan said with a broad grin on his face.As they entered the house, they were met by the smell of delicious food and the sound of children chattering away. Jordan's twins, Edmund and Lisa, were running around the living room, playing a game of tag, while his youngest, Amanda was playing with a doll in the corner. Adora was busy bustling around the kitchen, and the aroma of roast pork filled the air."Take a seat, guys. Make yourselves at home. Dinner should be ready any minute now," Jordan said.They sat down at the large wooden table in the center of the room, and Adora soon brought out a mas
It was a cool, crisp evening in the kingdom of Laramore. Jordan was sweating profusely as he swung his sword with practiced precision in the dim lights of the courtyard. He was all alone, or so he thought.Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. He whirled around, his sword raised, ready to fight. To his surprise, he saw Rowan, standing there with a sly grin on his face. Rowan had been observing Jordan's nightly training sessions for the past few days and had been intrigued by his unbridled passion and dedication towards mastering the sword. Jordan had immediately accepted Rowan's request for a friendly sword fight and the two friends clashed swords in a dueling dance.Despite Rowan's valiant efforts, Jordan was the better swordsman, and soon enough, Rowan lay defeated on the ground, panting heavily.Gasping for breath, Rowan asked, "Why do you train so hard every night? What are you fighting for?"Jordan replied, "I aim to win the royal contest to become hand of the king."His ans
The moon hung high in the night sky as Rowan swung his sword with precision and determination. The training grounds were deserted, everyone else having retired for the night. He had always found solace in the quiet stillness of the night, where he could focus solely on his training without distractions.Unbeknownst to Rowan, Ajatar had silently approached, her eyes fixed on him as he moved through his drills. She watched him for a while, admiring his dedication and skill. It wasn't until he paused, wiping the sweat from his brow, that he finally noticed her presence."Hey," Ajatar greeted softly, her voice carrying on the night breeze.Startled, Rowan turned to face her, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Ajatar, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be resting?"Ajatar shrugged, her gaze lingering on Rowan's sword. "Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd come and keep you company."Rowan sheathed his sword and sat down on a nearby bench, gesturing for Ajatar to join him. She obliged, settling
Rowan, Josh and Ajatar were on their way to the Royal Palace, all huddled together in the darkness. Rowan, who was usually cool-headed, was sweating profusely and his heart was pounding so loudly he was sure the guards could hear it.Josh was nervous too, but he wasn't about to let anyone know it. He kept making silly jokes and trying to lighten the mood. Ajatar, on the other hand, was silent. She always had a scowl on her face and rarely spoke unless it was necessary.As they approached the palace walls, Rowan instructed Josh to stay outside and keep watch. He and Ajatar would climb the walls and make their way to the royal treasury.Using a bow and arrow that Rowan had brought along, they managed to climb the walls without alerting any guards. Once inside, they activated Rowan's shadow veil, which made them invisible to anyone who wasn't looking closely.They made their way through the palace, avoiding guards at every turn, until they arrived at the royal treasury. But as they got c
Rowan, Ajatar and Josh were enjoying their time chatting with Mr Jordan's family until Mr Jordan walked in looking incredibly angry. It was as though a dark cloud had just descended on him. Rowan knew something was up, especially when he told him he needed to see him alone. Mr Jordan had a stern look on his face as they stepped outside. Rowan braced himself for whatever was going to come out of Mr Jordan's mouth. "Who really are you guys and what was your mission in this kingdom again?" Mr Jordan asked in a deep voice.Rowan was not prepared for that question, and he was caught off-guard. "We are travelers and we are here for the tournament," Rowan replied, trying to sound as convincing as possible.Mr Jordan did not seem to believe his answer, "And which kingdom are you all coming from?" he asked again.Rowan knew he was in deep trouble as he never bothered to learn the names of kingdoms. "We come from...Uh... excuse me, why all these questions? Did something happen?" he asked nervo
Ajatar had been training for several minutes in the woods, her muscles aching but her determination unyielding. As she threw her two short daggers towards the target, her eyes glowed faintly with an orange hue. She was so engrossed in her training that she didn't even notice when Josh arrived on the scene."Hey, Ajatar," Josh greeted her cheerfully.Ajatar paused mid-throw and turned to face him, her expression stony and unyielding. "What are you doing here? Weren't you with Lisa just moments ago?" she asked, her voice filled with anger.Josh was taken aback by her sudden hostility, but he tried to remain calm. "I saw you leaving the house in a hurry and I followed you here to see what was wrong," he explained.Ajatar shrugged dismissively. "Why do you care?" she asked bitterly."What do you mean why do I care? You're my friend, of course, I care," Josh replied, growing more and more frustrated by her attitude."Hah, friends indeed," Ajatar scoffed.This was when Josh's patience start
It was a hot summer day and Josh was sweating heavily as he trudged towards the pigpen. He could feel his anger boiling up inside him as he remembered Mr Jordan's unfair punishment. His mind grumbled, "How could Mr Jordan do this to me? I hate these grumpy pigs. They are so fat and aggressive."As he approached the pen, the pigs started to snort and grunt loudly, seemingly anticipating their meal. Josh hesitated for a moment, but felt compelled to carry out his task. As he walked towards them with their food, the pigs rushed at him, gleefully scampering and showing their sharp teeth ready to tear him apart.With trembling hands, Josh threw the food into the pigpen as fast as he could, nearly losing his balance as the ravenous pigs tugged at his clothes. He tried to step away but the pigs ran up to the surrounding fence and started bouncing off it wildly. The fence creaked in protest as the pigs violently tried to escape their enclosure, squealing and snorting loudly.Josh was now in a