The sun rose over the peak of the City of Camelot as people bustled up and down the streets, buying their needs. Everyone was excited, for today was the day that warriors from around the world would come to the church in Camelot to retire, and pick the new warriors in their place. One would come from one region, another in another region. Only four regions would send warriors. On was the Briton, a standard human in Albion. The Highlander, the strong race of humans built for war. The Saracen, the descendents of Sir Palomides. And last, the Avalonian, the extremely powerful beings in earthly magic.

So, back to the story, the Paladin trainers in the Church jumped up and down with happiness. The Name Guy at the counter rolled his eyes.

"I don't see what your so happy about...It's only the two yearly thing, good warriors go out, crappy warriors come in, If you think about it, It's actually not 'Warrior's Day', but 'Craps Ville day'...HarrHarrHarr...."

"Dude, this is the time of the century! Besides, all the bulky guys come! HeeHeeHee!"

The man lit his candle with a blue flame and turned out all the other candles as the female trainers blushed and made bulky man expressions. The man (For the love of...I can't think of his name!) shook his head and lit the balconies with green candles. It was a beautiful blue and green room, filled with paintings of past heroes. The man kneeled down at one picture, a picture of his father, the third best warrior of all time.

The man whispered to the picture, "Please father, don't let my speech be a failure as it was the last time, it was so embarrassing...I love you, never forget that..."

One of the retiring warriors stepped into the door, his long wavy white beard flowing and tears streaming down his face. One of the trainers noticed and walked over to him

"Whatever is the matter, Ondoras?"

Ondoras stared at her, "Oh Katie, I just don't want to retire, it's been a wonderful time, and I've saved many lives, killed many bad, and even defeated Mithra's Tomb! Why can't I just have one more year doing this?! Boohoo..."

Katie frowned with sympathy, "Oh, It's ok Ondoras! Honestly! Maybe your race won't come and you can have another two years! Have faith!"

Suddenly, the new arrival warriors stepped through the entrance. One was a heavily armored male with a huge war axe, this was the Briton race. Another was a female with not much armor, but a magical staff in hand that was glowing red, that was the Avalonian warrior. The last was a young female with long black hair in a tight ponytail. She was wearing black chain armor and had a huge red shield with a black sword. She was the Highlander warrior.

Ondoras clapped with joy, his race was not there, he stepped in the line of the young warriors, tears of happiness not flowing out his eyes. The time was coming for them all to get the treat of being warrior!