The king faced the one after his kingdom at the summit of the tallest mountain on the island.
"You grow weak," the king's rival smirked "perhaps you should lay down your sword?"
"Never," snarled the king "so long as I stand, you shall never rule Sudragh."
"So be it."
Without any words exchanged, the men dove at each other, blades clashing.
Strike came up by block. Sweep met with pari. Jab was avoided by dodge. It went on for hours.
Unfortunately luck was not on the king's side and eventually, he made a mistake that cost him the victory and his life.
With a triumphant cry the usurper struck the king's chest.
As he lay diing however, the fallen king withdrew from his pocket three red crystals that caught the attention of his killer.
"No," the man screamed "I will not let you. If anyone is to have a second chance at life, then it shall be me!"
The diing king let him take two, but would not give up the last.
As the life drained from him he spoke his last decree.
"May we meet again Godred, and may I take back my crown."
Godred drove his weapon into the earth and made his first decree.
"May this place be forever known as the place... where Culdee fel."
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May be short, but hey, it's a prolouge. Review please.
Scarloey out.