One week later
Alexander POV
I can't believe I'm really doing this. When he had suggested the fight he had thought his mother and father would have forbade him from fighting Richard, The best fighter in the court. How someone of royal blood got to be so good with a blade is beyond me, but no one questioned him. If they did they'd get a sword "mysteriously" stuck in their throat. I had made the choice in anger and in fear, fear for the ralts. I'm not sure what it is but I need to save that ralts and I need to be the one to do it. As I continued thinking about that someone snuck up behind me and attempted to frighten me… attempted. I spun around on my heels, thankful for those long hours my father made me train with different "tutors" and caught a hand. It was my worst nightmare… Richard. "Are you ready to get obliterated, pipsqueak?!" He snarled, while also slowly putting away his knife so that I wouldn't notice. "As if I wouldn't notice you coward." I thought to myself. As he walks off I take note of his slight limp on his left leg.
I enter the arena feeling a mix of emotions; fear, panic, anxiousness and weirdest of all excitement. As I walk in front of the crowd I hear noise, some of it cheers, other boos. I square off to face Richard with my broadsword in hand. The Arena head says "The first to draw blood wins." "Hmm? The agreement was to the death." I thought. I didn't have much time to dwell on that as Richard closes the 20 feet between us in 3 seconds and lunged for my heart, but he was too slow as I managed to dodge the strike and stab him, right between two of his ribs. He started bleeding through his leather tunic, and I thought to myself "Alright Alexander, you did it. Now to get the ralts and never see this man again."
As I started to turn around, I see a flash of dull silver go dangerously close to my head, taking with it a few strands of loose hair. I duck and roll backwards narrowly avoiding a second stab, I remember the limp and right before he delivers a swift stab to my neck I kick his left leg with all my might. He falls back, seizing this moment I dive at him and as he takes a last, feeble attempt to slash at me. I block and slash down to get the blade away, and end up cutting the front of his tunic and revealing a tattoo of the magma kingdom, our current rivals. This is seen and guards I didn't see coming in took him away.
The ralts was then in Alexander's care for the rest of his life, and the ralts was like the sister he never had. Even when she became kirlia and eventually a gardevior, they still were the best of friends. When Alexander's wife died, Victoria became the new queen and it is said that she was the best queen the kingdom had ever had.
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