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
The opening day of the royal tournament had come, and the excitement in the air was palpable. The kingdom had been buzzing for weeks with anticipation, and today was finally the day when warriors would compete for the chance to become the hand of the king and wield the coveted special sword.Ajatar and Rowan had made their way to the arena, following Jordan and Josh, who were both planning to compete in the tournament. However, Ajatar and Josh were in disguise, as they were fugitives and couldn't risk being recognized. They had donned nondescript clothing and made themselves inconspicuous amongst the throngs of people streaming towards the arena.As they entered the arena, Ajatar and Rowan went to sit in the crowd, while Jordan and Josh made their way towards the warriors' entrance. The crowd was already buzzing with excitement, anticipating what lay ahead. The king and queen sat in their positions of honor, watching from above.Finally, it was time for the tournament to begin. The ki
Josh stood up, determined to not let the big guy win. But the big guy continued his violent attacks, sending Josh flying almost outside of the circle again and again. Josh was getting tired and needed to come up with a new plan. He intentionally let the man hit him several times, pretending to be weak and vulnerable. At one point, the big guy thought he could easily hit Josh without him dodging. He swung his shield, but Josh suddenly dodged, and the big guy lost his balance, going one leg out of the circle.Josh saw his opportunity and seized it. With all his might, he rushed forward and bashed the big guy out of the circle completely. The crowd cheered as Josh emerged victorious. The big guy got mad and tried to attack Josh, but Jordan was there to easily take down the guy. "Well done, Josh," Jordan said, patting him on the back. "You showed amazing courage and resilience. You may be small, but you're a fighter."Josh smiled, feeling proud and relieved. He walked away from the circle