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As You Like It Chapter Two:

Duke Gennai had had a daughter called Sora. She had hair of auburn that reached to just below her chin, and vivacious eyes of brown with a reddish tint to them. The usurping Duke Piedmon still kept her at his court as a friend for his own daughter, Mimi. Mimi had wavy shoulder length brown hair and eyes of a lighter brown than her friend's. The two girls were very close friends and the disagreement between their fathers did not spoil their affection. Mimi took every opportunity to make up to Sora for her father's injustice to Sora's. Whenever thoughts of her father's banishment and her own dependence on her uncle would distress Sora, Mimi's overall caring and sincere nature would bring her to comfort and console her.

One day, when Mimi was talking to Sora in her usual kind way, saying, "Please Sora, my sweet cousin, be merry," a messenger from Duke Piedmon entered. "The duke requests your presence at the wrestling match at the front of the palace if you so wish. It will begin in a few moments," said the messenger.

"That would be wonderful, thank you," said Mimi. She thought that perhaps it would amuse Sora and therefore cheer her up if she went and saw it.

In those days, wrestling was a favorite sport, so Mimi and Sora went to watch. They found that it was likely to prove a very tragic sight, for a large, powerful champion who had already injured and killed many challengers, was just going to wrestle with a very young and inexperienced man, who would most certainly be killed.

When the duke say Mimi and Sora, he said "Hallo, daughter and niece, have you come to see the wrestling? You will take little delight in it; the two men are so unequally matched. Out of pity for this young man, I would like to persuade him not to compete. Speak to him, girls, and see if you can persuade him."

The girls, being of the most compassionate of sorts, were eager to undertake this humane task. Sora went up to the young gentleman who's back was to the girls and lightly tapped his shoulder. When he turned around Sora was quite taken with his physical appearance. "Yes?" he inquired. He had unruly blonde hair and eyes of such a rare and deep blue that Sora was afraid if she didn't focus on her task they would never open again. "Sir, my name is Sora, and this is my dear cousin Mimi. We wish to persuade you against the task which you seek to undertake."

"And why is that might I ask?" asked Matt, searching for any sign of jest and malice in the girl, Sora's, vivacious eyes. All he found was care and concern but for what reason?

"The man you are fighting is quite powerful. His strength has had yet to be tested, for there have been no victors against him. I fear for you and should surely not want to see you in danger," she said.

Matt was awed by this young woman. So beautiful and caring she was. His thoughts turned, not to withdrawing from the contest, but showing his courage to this lovely young woman. "I am sorry to deny such beautiful and excellent ladies anything. But let your pretty eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial of strength. If I lose, then I shall be shamed, but I was never gracious in the first place. If I am killed, it doesn't matter, because I am willing to die. I shan't upset my friends because I haven't got any. My death won't make the world a poorer place for I have nothing; I only fill up a place in the world which may be used by something better when I have made it empty." And with that, he went on to fight.