Prologue: A time to live... The two stood face to
face, both bearing swords. One, encrusted with gems, sparkling with
power. The other, a simple blade. Both are obviously experienced with
the blade, and they each size the other up, before beginning to
parry. "You've improved, I see. Still not as good as
me." "We both know that won't happen for some time,
General." The parrying goes to a new level, and the
first, a young woman with long blonde hair pushes a slice off from
her opponent, then moves away. "But, it will. I
promise." "I know. You've always shown great
potential." The blonde warrior jumped into attack, and
the second, another woman, with light brown hair defends
easily. "You can't attack me like that. You know
better!" "I do know better, General." The
blonde warrior quickly ducked, slicing open skin on the brown-haired
warrior's legs. "Impressive. Improvisation in the head of
battle. Quick thinking, quick attack change..." "You
approve?" "I do." The two warriors stand
away, and bow to each other in reverence; a time honored tradition
between friendly combatants. "You know..." The
brown-haired warrior began. "What is it,
General?" "There may come a point when we may keep
opposing viewpoints." "We're both here to protect
this land from those who would seek to destroy it! How can it be that
this viewpoint would change?" The blonde warrior asked. "I
don't know. But.. I want you to remember something." "What
is it?" The brown-haired warrior sat down, and began to
clean her blade. "When you face me... ask yourself a
question. Ask yourself, 'Do I believe this... with all of my being?
Would I be less than what I am if I were to deny this?' If you can
answer this question with yes... than no force in the world will kill
you. Not even me." "..And if you kill me
anyway?" "Then no grave will hold you. I promise you
that."
