The First and Rightful King
"Welcome warriors to the Throne Room," the King's voice commanded from the end of the open-air hall. Grass overtook most of the huge hall, except for the red carpet walkway that was outlined in pure-gold, which matched the massive throne at the end of the walkway. The throne was easily larger than most of the houses in the city that King Geoff ruled over and on the throne stood the King himself: unarmored, unadorned with the jewels that normally accompany royalty. All he had was a small golden crown around his head; it was all that was needed-he wore royalty like a shirt.
"I am grateful you all have accepted the summons to my court" said the King lazily. After all, how could they refuse his summons? "I have prepared sleeping quarters for you behind my throne." King Geoff smirked, "I hope you find them suitable."
The young warriors walked around the throne and saw a small, mossy brick bunker behind the throne. "I'm glad the King spared no expense for the housing of his dogs," said Ray, a young mage well-known for his affinity to roses and dislike of sweets.
"At least there's a roof," said Jack, a master builder and leader of the citizen militia stationed in the city.
The warriors walked to the entrance of the bunker and down the stair to see their living quarters. "Five beds and a dump hole. Ever get the feeling that you're unimportant?" remarked Ryan, the quiet head herdsman for the city.
"At least it's nicer than that hole Ray calls a house!" joked the Court Jester, Gavin.
"Let's just get to sleep in this dungeon of a bunkhouse. I'm sure King Geoff didn't summon us here without a reason," said Sir Michael, Knight of the Court, general of Achievement City's army, and known amongst the city as General Mogar. The rest of the men agreed and all fell into uneasy sleep. Of course King Geoff wouldn't summon them without a reason. He was the Good King. He built the city from the ground up, him and the young jester Gavin. As King he ruled with fairness, with justice, and with a sense of duty to his people.
But something seemed off about the King right now, almost as if he's a cat holding down the tail of a mouse that tries frantically to escape, thought Jack as he drifted off to sleep, hopefully it's nothing though…
The morning dawned and the warriors awoke and gathered in front of the King's throne. "Warriors I have gathered you here as you are the best that Achievement City has to offer. You walk with pride and with a good reason as you are each the leaders in your respective fields. You work hard and give your all day in and day out. Day in and day out. What a boring life. Sun rises, sun sets. I might build something, Gavin might attempted to entertain me, but that's the thing—I'm not entertained anymore. So…" the King's smile grew large, "I have designed my own entertainment. A tournament, if you will, in which you five will compete in. All you must do is do exactly what I say. Of course as your king I won't stand for any disobedience, so it's not as if you have much choice," chuckled the King. "I see you look worried. Some of you may be thinking of running and praying I won't find you. Let me assuage your fears; I will. That aside I won't be having you compete thinking there is no reward for you!" The King paused, looked around at the faces of his warriors and said:
"The warrior who wins this tournament will become King."