Prologue: End of a Journey
Gildan stumbled through the dimly lit corridor, the worn and tired warrior grinned sadly knowing his fate was sealed. Through his depressed mood a smiled appeared on his face. While it was the end of a journey for him, a new champion would rise and take up his mantle. It was time for the Tournament of Grue. A small chuckle escaped his chapped lips as he recalled his time during the tournament. The Tournament of Grue was created to pick out and train the competitors taking part. One by one, the competitors are eliminated, until only one remains. The champion of the tournament is chosen to become the most respected of all warrirors. Gildan frowned as new thoughts invaded his mind, thoughts of family. It wasn't a frown of fear or bitterness, but sadness, sadness that he'd never get to see his family or wife again and tell them goodbye.
In the darkened corridor Gildan reminisced about his life, and the trials he'd been put through. His time as the greatest of all warriors was at an end. Shrugging in passiveness he pushed himself away from the wall and started down the corridor, a smile creeping on his face.
This smile was not one of sadness, but one of excitement. With the passing of Gildan, the Tournament of Grue would commence once more. Its champion destined to become the greatest of all warriors.
The Magna Defender.