A Hero's Story
Written by HunterGenrou
Prologue: The Beginning
It all started a long time ago, when the land was in an uproar. Maple Island, Victoria Island, Ossyria, Ludibrium... All were in chaos, as the monsters rose up, and attacked the humans whom had been living in peace. Legends tell of four brave fighters whom risked their lives to save the world. Tylus the Hero, Arec the Night Lord, Robeira the Arch Mage, Rene the Bow Master. They all joined forces to fight the creatures.
After months of fighting, the heroes finally drove the monsters back, and peace was once again restored. The four legends, weakened from their encounter, decided to train the next generation in their skills. Peace, of course, was short lived, as the monsters attempted a second attack. The great legends of before could not hold them, so a new group of heroes were called on. The prodigies of Tylus, Arec, Robeira, and Rene: Athena Pierce the Ranger, Grendel the Priest, Sitting Bull the Crusader, and the Dark Lord, the Hermit arose to take the deadly task of extinguishing the again lit flame. As the legends before them, they managed to stop the attack. But at a great cost...
It seemed as the memories of the world were wiped. Only the written records were left, and the events passed into legend. Amazingly, the great heroes still had memory of their skills, and powers. Looking towards a new generation, the legends decided to train all of those who seemed fit to risk their lives in the near future. This begins the story of an unlikely hero, and his compatriots who must face evil, danger, and their possible deaths. This is the story of a young warrior named Jiro.
Chapter 1: The Hero
The day started like any other, as a young boy with blonde hair awoke. His black eyes, the color of a refined Dark Crystal scanned his room. Still blurry from the nights rest, his hands moved to his line of sight. Gently, he rubbed his eyes until his line of sight was clear. Suddenly, the boys eyes opened wide. Today was the day! He would finally become a warrior, as he had always dreamed. But, he would have to train hard from now on. No more child games.
"Jiro, honey! Are you awake yet?" Shouted a voice from outside the boys room.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm up," Jiro responded with a yawn. "Let me get dressed..."
And so, the boy, named Jiro, got out of bed. He made his way to the dresser, located on the other side of his small room. Opening the top drawer, he slowly picked up his Orange T-Shirt with black sleeves. "Ah," he thought, "This will be perfect for today." Jiro quickly put on the shirt, with no problems at all. Closing the drawer, Jiro moved to the next one down. He pulled out a pair of shorts, bent over, and swiftly put them on. Of course, the boy stumbled in doing so. Jiro pushed the drawer shut, and grabbed his brown skullcap from the top of the dresser. Carelessly placing it on top of his head, Jiro turned to the mirror. His eyes glistened, as he saw himself.
"Oh man! I look awesome!" He exclaimed.
Jiro quickly moved back to his bed, kneeled down, and picked up his wooden sword. It used to be so heavy, now its light as a feather. Jiro walked silently to his shoes, and put them on. Wooden Sandals would have to do until later. The boy opened his door, and walked out.
"Mom! I'm leaving now!" He shouted, running.
"Jiro! I made you a lunch!" She responded.
Jiro stopped, turned, retrieved the lunch, turned back, and ran off into the clear day. He knew not that this day would change his life forever, in a way he never imagined. In other parts of the world, heroes were awakening as well for their new adventure. They didn't know what they were getting in to as soon as they woke up...
Back to our Hero: In the dusty mountains of Northern Victoria Island lay the town of Perion, home to the warriors. Jiro looked in awe, at the people. They seemed so strong. He hoped to be like them when he grew older. Asking directions, Jiro was instructed to head towards the highest point of the town. Passing a samurai-like person who seemed over confident in himself, Jiro paid no mind. Finally, he made it to the citadel of warriors. Entering, he found an abnormal silence. There, at the top of a set of stairs sat a dark skinned man with a hat made of feathers draping over his back. He seemed to be in a meditative state. It had to be the man referred to as Sitting Bull, or Dances With Balrogs, as people have called him.
"Step closer, young one." The man said. "I understand you wish to travel the path of the warrior, correct?"
"Y...Ye..yes, sir... That is why I have traveled so long..." Jiro responded, nearly speechless.
"The path of a warrior will give you the strength of ten men... You will feel like you can take many more blows than before, but your swings will be slow, and you may not be guaranteed a decisive hit. Do you understand?" He explained.
"Yes... I... I understand." Jiro replied again.
"Very well. Step close." Sitting Bull stated, in a deep, strong tone of voice.
Jiro did as requested. Raising both arms high over Jiro's head, Sitting Bull muttered several words. A bright yellow light shone around Jiro. His muscles tensed, as if they had become stronger. Jiro did, indeed look more mature now, than ever before. He was a warrior! The light faded, and Jiro looked over himself.
"Welcome to the path of the warrior. Be strong. Be brave. But above all things, Be careful." He stated, seriously. "Good luck on your future. I sense something... About you. Fare well now, my friend."
Jiro bowed deeply, and turned. He almost forgot about the armor he had placed in his backpack the day before. Finding a nice, flat surface on the rocky town, Jiro emptied the armor out of his backpack, and stared at it for a minute. "This is... My destiny." Was all he thought.
A few moments later, Jiro stood in full steel armor, holding a long sword, and a broad steel shield. Replacing his skullcap, Jiro wore a red headband, covered by his blonde hair. Upon his face was a grin.
"I did it." He stated, standing in the wind.