This is not a new story, though it may seem as such. This is a remastery and full conceptual rework of Against the Grain. for fans of the original story, i apologize for the long Hiatus. i will not further waste your time.
Interim
The grand hall echoed with the thundering crash of steel upon steel, of one skilled blade meeting another in a heated and violent waltz. The two warriors separated swiftly, resetting their stances. Their sweat-slicked fur glistened lightly in the brilliant light of the sun that reached through the shattered window. The bodies of the royal gaurd lay upon the ground, slain in cold blood as they defended their home. But the surrounding world mattered little to the skilled swordsmen who clashed in the center of the porcelain hall.
The leafeon, an invading soldier who had more than proven his worth, charged forward with a swift, horizontal strike, aiming to gut his opponent. But Eriden Greyhaven was not the captain of her majesty's gaurd for nothing. The umbreon shifted, ever so slightly, before bringing his blade to meet the grass-type's swing. the resounding crash of their blades biting into eachother filled the hall once more, before the two stepped back again. both males' chests were heaving, their lungs ablaze as exhaustion began to set in. Each strike shook their bodies, sending pain through their arms. But neither could afford to falter, neither would stand down.
Eriden shifted his weight, a sweeping strike from the left, aimed for the nimble leafeon's waist. His opponent anticipated his swing, nimbly dodging back. at the last moment, Eriden redirected his blade, driving his body forward with a jab. However, as he did, he felt his foot catch. A grass-knot. The dark-type was forced to redirect his weight, aiming to stay on his feet. A mistake, as the leafeon charged. Pain was all that Eriden could register as the grass-type's blade bit deep into his flesh. Crimson bloomed on his uniform, dripping around the steel blade burried in his torso, just missing his heart. The umbreon's limbs shook as the pain overtook him. The leafeon withdrew his blade, allowing the captain of the gaurd to fall to the dirt.
"You fought well, my friend. But the most skilled warrior is the one who is left standing." The leafeon mocked. Eriden could not find the strength to answer, his vision blurring as consciousness began to fade. He was left numb as it all went black.
End Scene
So, i hope you all enjoyed this little prologue. i do hope to have a more solid plan for this than i did with the original, so please feel free to leave feedback. See you all next time.