Author: jayblinkazn32
Amongst the fertile grass, a heavy thump was pressed on the forest ground. The whole forest grew quiet by the second when it thumped again. Thump, thump again it goes. Trees shook and leaves fell from branches as the wind faintly touches them. Everything around feared his presence as he walked through the forest. A cold, faint voice sounded off of the shaded, calm character,
"Where are you?" quietly and calmly, a brush of dark red and black energy surrounds the forest grounds.
"Time is being wasted. Soon, you would regret this." he voiced out with anger. The shaded character walks through the forest, hoping to see the one he seeks…to kill.
Ragnorok Online: The Duel
Chapter 1
"What!" said one with the young tone voice loudly.
"Sorry, kid. You're not ready to become a Swordsman," said kindly from the man at the front desk.
"I AM ready, dammit!" said angrily at him.
"Well, from the looks of it, you aren't." he said.
"Grr!" he growled at the man indignantly. The young kid walked away from the Swordsman Academy in Izlude and towards the Town square. He then, furiously in mind could not enter the academy, sat down on a bench near at the front gate of the academy. Still thinking about how he couldn't entered the academy, calmly took small amounts of deep air. Hmph! he thought.
"Taking away a dream of mine, I know I can be a great Knight! They just don't see it in me…" He paused for a minute and continued. "Or maybe I can be a Crusader and take the path of a true protector of the light!…Sigh, yeah right!" he exclaimed furiously. He was still frustrated and upset and he still couldn't get it out of his system.
Out of the blue, a sudden shout started to fill the town square and startled him,
"Brave fighters from afar," A man started yelling in the crowds who surrounded him. "We welcome you to our town, Izlude, where Swordsman and Knights become true fighters. For the love of true sports, we will welcome you in our new Fighter's Association Arena, our whole new level of fighting, with excitement and entertainment!"
Oh, great! He thought. Another Registration for the Arena!
"We want you to show us if you got what it takes to become a true Fighter, a true Champion to rule the world of Fighting! Come and get your registration and signed up for this ultimate chance to become the number 1 with the winning of 1 million gold!" As the crowd started to gather around the man, there was commotion everywhere from citizens to fighters. All of them started to talk about whether they should enter or not. Most of the citizens withdrew from the man and started to mind their own business. While the fighters who were interested started to register in to arena.
The boy got up and started to walk off from the town square. As he left he turned his head to look back once more just to see the crowded area. Then, turned away and left.
He knew that he would become a great Knight or Crusader cuz of his talent, his skill, and they knew he didn't have a snowball chance in hell. He felt so sickened and furious; he never had he felt this way before. His dream was to become the most powerful Knight or Crusader, either one he would fit perfect! Instead they've turn him down, his only dream he ever wanted. Disappointed, depressed, and tainted of this day.
Unexpectedly someone called out his name, "Trey! Pronteria Trey!"
"What the hell?" He cried out. He turned around and saw a girl running towards him. Of course he knew the girl. "Alya don't call me by my last name! You know that."
"I know, I know! I just," She sighed, "I just wanted to make sure it was you." She felt relieved
"Who do you think I am? Nobody knows yet unless you blabber about it and don't say my last name especially in front of the public. What happens if my father found out that the whole town found out I was the prince? It would be troublesome! People would start asking me favors, questions, and whole other stuff they would want."
"I know, Master!" she whispered.
"And don't call me that, ok!"
She giggled, "Ok sir!" His eyes twitched a bit as she chuckled. He hated those formal names. Prince, master, sir, sire, majesty, all those others names too. He wished there weren't any, but wonder how would his father's loyal Knights would called him? Heh, he didn't give a damn about it. Hmm…I wonder how my old man is doing. He thought. He'd never thought his father that way ever since he grew up about 10. That time, he'd stopped thinking about his old man and became self-sufficient. He still loves his mother and father, even though he barely keeps in touch with them.
Trey Pronteria, Prince of Pronteria Town and Pronteria Castle, he's proud to be a prince and his father and mother who was king and queen of Pronteria. The only problem is that people called him his formal name instead of his real name, because they were scared of calling him his real one. After 4 years have passed, the trained sword wielder and foreign weapon fighter started to trot off from his birth town and moved on. He wasn't alone though, he was traveling along with a friend. A friend that he has long treasure through his childhood memories. Alya Senfuya, daughter of Gerri and Fukya, Pron Royal Knights. They have always been with each other for the rest of their past time before and they will never leave each other.
Trey, caught unguarded, flinched from a weird sharp poke from behind, it was Alya.
"What?" he answered.
"So, did you get in?" she asked questionly.
"…" he silenced himself.
"Hunh? Trey?" she called. "Trey. Hmm, something wrong, my dear friend?"
"…No…."
"Huh? You mean you didn't get in?"
"…"
"Sigh, I'm sorry…that this had to happen to you Trey."
"…Its-it's alright Alya, maybe they were right, after all I've been training inside, not outside," he said woefully. "Besides, what good will I do? I guess I should go back home..."
"No you won't Trey!" she cried as she grabbed Trey on the back of his neck tie, pulling him. "There is no way my best friend will ever turn his back on his ever-wanted-to-become dream THAT easily!"
"Gack, cough, Hauuuugh! Your…killing…MEE! Cough!" She strangled him all the way back to the Academy. Surprisingly, he survived…with luck.
Twenty minutes later...
"I'm sorry, young lady, but your friend cannot enter," again said the man kindly.
"What is this, policy that goes against youngster's entrance of the Academy!" she retorted.
The man responded, "Look, ma'am, as much I want your friend to become a swordsman, there is no way your friend can enter, please understand my situation."
She didn't want to take the rejected answer, "My friend will get the entrance and will become the Swordsman he always dreamed!"
"Sigh, geez," shaking his head.
Just before Alya yelled at the poor man Trey interrupted, "H-hey, Alya, its ok. I mean, you don't have to carry," she didn't pay attention for awhile cuz she was in a trance.
"Don't sigh on me! Me and my friend are gonna stay here until you give him his entrance papers! Then, you," she paused and finally notice Trey. "Huh? Trey, d'you say something?" Trey looked down in rejection. In a blink of an eye, Trey wrapped his arm around Alya's neck, grabbing and pulling her along with him as he sprinted off. In turn, he yelled back at the man,
"S-sorry to bother you! Later!"
Just as Trey stop for breath, Alya escaped the headlock and yelled.
"What was THAT for Trey! I thought you wanted to," Trey broke in before she finished.
"Did you REALLY think I wanted trouble just to become a SWORDSMAN!" he cried with breath.
"No, I didn't Trey! I just wanted to help you," she responded.
"I understand Alya, but sometimes things just don't work out,"
"I know Trey. I thought if I helped and convinced he'd let you in," she assumed.
"Nah, they wouldn't let me in so easily," he said so desolated. When Trey stood up from the ground he started consuming in small quantities of air. Alya stood up after Trey was standing on his two legs. Alya broke the silence between him and herself.
"So, are still going to become a Swordsman, Trey?"
He replied, "I...don't know, maybe."
She looked down and felt sorry for him. Alya started cheering up Trey.
"Don't worry Trey, everything will be fine. I know something good is gonna happen to you and me or us," she smiled blissfully. Trey didn't feel the happiness, he felt upset. Alya felt happy for awhile, then felt miserable afterwards. Alya felt guilty about him for not getting in the academy. Out of the blue, a stranger with a high-pitched manly voiced, wearing an outfit from France or something. He darted toward us and towards Alya. He smiled with blissfulness and his eyes darted off at Alya, with love. Alya was confused.
The stranger spoke, "Why would such a beautiful woman like you belonging to this despicable, inhuman man with his foul treatment for you?"
"Uuh, um," she blushed.
"Come with me and I'll show you love that would last for a heaven's paradise," he dashed right in front of her, kneeling on one of his knees forcing her hand to touch his warm hands. Alya bushed even more, it looked liked her whole face were red as a rose.
Trey spoke up, this time with anger, "Who'd you call despicable and inhuman, huh!"
"You, my friend, you're the despicable inhuman man, you're the person that hurt this young woman under her knees and your blaming her!" he shouted in rage.
Trey was infuriated, "I AM NOT A DESPICABLE AND INHUMAN MAN! I'LL SHOW YOU WHO THE DESPICABLE INHUMAN GUY-OR WHATEVER YOU SAID IS!" Both Trey and the stranger stared at each other with evil glares. Trey twitched a bit. The stranger glared with grace and evilly.
"G-guys... I-I don't want this to end in violence, please. C-can't we take this somewhere else?" she quivered. The two ignored her call and instead traded glares of madness. Sooner or later things were about to heat up...