A/N: Not quite sure what this is, but I wanted to make it anyway.
Rise of the Empire
In this land, there are many nations, each devoted to their own technology, and struggle for the dominance. Each nation has it's own unique way to make their mark in this war. They have become obsessed to the point where some have turned their own weapons into their whole lifestyle. Each nation believes that their way of life is the only way to live. They're devoted to teaching the other nations their policies through what their leaders call "divine intervention," or as we know it, WAR!
The other nations have strange ways of life. There is the nation that is all archery, believing it proves their skill and worthiness. The nation who lives by the sword and dies by the sword, who believe that it is how we were all born to fight. The gladiator nation, who claim that they're born to fight, and never die, and many more nations that surround this land.
There's also the most horrific nation, the one that is currently winning the war. They call themselves the "Vamp Nation." Their weaponry is made of a purple metal that has vampiric power. This metal was granted to them by demons.
We are the nation of peace and knowledge. We do not worship our warfare as life itself, however this makes us a common target of infiltration. The reason we even still stand is because we use the technology of all surrounding nations, and form what should be the ultimate power. But unfortunately, we are but a small empire. We shall soon rise, and bring peace, one way or another.
Two children are training in a swordsman camp. They are clashing their swords and fighting using the taught techniques. The camera zooms out to reveal the other students watching the match. There was an outcast, who didn't wear the typical uniform. His outfit was like that of what the modern world knows as a ninja. His sword was also different. In fact, his whole sword style is different. Nobody in the empire had seen a style like his before. Well guess what?
That outcast is me, Lincoln Loud. I made slight alterations to the swordsman style and made it my own. Because of this, I was actually top of the class, nobody could beat me. Though, very few considered it a fair victory.
"If the next two sword trainees could step forward." The teacher said. said.
Two kids stepped forward. A girl, and Lincoln. The teacher took note that he was in an outfit that was not the traditional trainee wear.
The teacher, looked at the white haired boy. "Well sir, I assure you our trainee outfits are optimal for sword duels. Are you sure you do not want to wear one instead of your current outfit?"
Lincoln nodded.
The teacher then looked at the two children. "Very well then. You two shall duel with your swords. Please step onto the mat. Your goal is to disarm your opponent. Begin."
The two children pulled out their swords, though the sword that belonged to Lincoln seemed to have some kind of green liquid on the blade. The girl went to try and get him, but he blocked with a defense technique.
He then, with surprising speed, ran behind her, and did a fancy sword technique that disarmed her from behind. Of course it helped that she had taken a certain stance in defense.
Her sword landed on the mat, and the teacher rose a flag. "Lincoln wins."
Most of the students could be heard groaning.
What you just saw was the final exam my class took that spring, before we were dismissed from camp. Three months later, and that's the day we were scheduled to return. But don't think I was lazy, cause I trained 24/7 to perfect my style. The thing was, that summer, the princess turned 18, meaning she was old enough to become the new queen, and had taken her mother's place on the throne. I'll show you what happened after that.
Lincoln walked in, but was stopped by two knights. One of them spoke. "Are you Lincoln Loud?"
Lincoln nodded. "Yes sir."
The knight then lowered his weapon. "Well, the Queen has requested to see you, and she will not let you decline."
Lincoln looked forward. "Understood."
And so, I was brought to her throne.
The Queen was sitting on her throne. "Well, Lincoln Loud. If I've been informed correctly, your way of fighting differs than the traditional methods we use in our empire. Am I correct?"
Lincoln stood there looking at the ground. "Yes, your highness."
The Queen then looked down at him. "I know you're probably not aware of this, but I recently made it illegal to practice a new style if you're under the age of 16, due to safety reasons. Do you understand?"
Lincoln kept standing there, still. "Yes, your highness."
The Queen then scratched her chin. "Therefore, you have a choice. You can either put your training on hiatus until you're legally allowed to, or you can be sentenced to exile if you truly wish to develop your fighting style."
Lincoln stood there. "My apologies your highness, but I choose not to give up my training."
The Queen sighed. "Then as much as it pains me to do so, I have no choice but to exile your for your disobedience."
Lincoln sighed and looked up at his queen. "I understand your highness. I shall leave peacefully and will do my best to protect you and your people from the outside. I shall return ten years from now, as a master warrior."
The Grandmaster Judge, the man in the robe who stood next to the Queen's throne, then spoke. "Surely sir, you are aware that ten years is double what you actually are required to serve. Not only that, but the chances of you surviving for ten years out there is next to none." He said.
Lincoln turned his head. "The odds are not my concern Grandmaster. If I want to prove I'm worthy to live under the Queen, I must exceed her expectations of me."
And, that brings me to today. 10 years later, ready to return.
On a hill, overlooking the same kingdom, was Lincoln, now 21 after surviving 10 years of exile, something nobody had ever done before. He was in a makeshift ninja outfit, made from cloth and skin of various animal monsters such as crawlers. Hanging from his back was a sword and a staff-like weapon that had blades on it.
Lincoln grew a smile. "Heh, it'll be just like those old days. Bet my family missed me a lot, cause I sure missed them." Lincoln said, as he started walking toward the kingdom.
As Lincoln was walking, her heard a scream.
"LEAVE ME ALONE YOU STUPID ANIMALS!" A feminine voice screamed. Lincoln looked ahead and saw a woman being attacked by crawlers. The were growling and roaring at her.
Lincoln rose one hand to his mouth and let out a different kind of roar. Upon hearing it, the crawlers looked back and saw Lincoln approaching. The mere sight of him sent the crawlers running.
The woman looked at Lincoln. "How did you do that? Those beasts wouldn't understand fear even if it hit them."
Lincoln's smile rose and he winked. "Funny you say that, cause that's why they're scared of me. I've been hunting these beasts down for the last 10 years of my life. The only way to beat the monsters out here is to be braver than they are."
The woman was in shock. "10 years? What have you been doing? Where do you live?"
Lincoln shook his head. "I live pretty much everywhere. I've been on exile, and I was on my way back to my kingdom. In fact, judging by how close you are, I'd say we're heading the same direction." Lincoln said as he scratched the back of his head.
He looked over another hill and squinted before looking back at the woman. "Now that I think about it, I got a little more business to take care of anyway. You should head home, or I'll have to save you again."
The woman nodded before turning back and heading toward the kingdom. Lincoln then looked at the hill he looked at before. "I know you're trying to hide from me." He said.
Over the hill came a spearman in purple armor. Lincoln smiled. "So, a captain from the infamous Vamp Nation is ducking away from an exile savage like me? I'm glad to know how scared you are of me." Lincoln said crossing his arms.
The captain then spoke. "It is you who is the fool." The captain said, then went for a stab.
Drops of blood hit the ground.
In the blink of an eye, Lincoln was behind the captain, and had stabbed him through the back using his special sword. He looked down at his fatal wound. Lincoln chuckled. "This is what happens when you mess with somebody who succeeds like me. You thought I was an easy target because I was an exile savage didn't you? I've killed giants with a sword before, you never stood a chance."
The captain then fell to the ground. Lincoln grabbed the dead captain by the neck. "Lucky for me, you're an easy ticket in. Proof that I'm a hero." Lincoln finally turned back and returned to walking back to his home, dragging the dead captain along the ground.
A/N: That's the first chapter of Rise of the Empire. Hope you enjoyed. AP100 out.