"So, let me get this straight. You lived in Recta for all of your life, got a staff, ran away from a Hemdor using an emergency exit, managed to survive against spiders, and you have never known how to use your staff?" asked the one of the hunters.
"Looks like you could use some training, lad," said the King, "I will be willing to train you only if you are willing to try to kill the Hemdor."
"Sure! I want to kill the Hemdor so bad! He killed my mother and father. A long time ago, my father was the King of Recta. He was soon sent to go and kill the Hemdor . . . he never came back and you already know about what happened to my mother," said Arcon slowly pausing between words and phrases.
"Come to my Barracks for proper training tomorrow."
"King Rycus! You have to celebrate the 5000th university of when we invented the first spell book!"exclaimed the King's Jester.
"Your right!" says the King to the Jester. The King looks at Arcon and tells him, "Perhaps after tomorrow?"
"Okay."
"It is settled then. Let us be off! Arcon needs his rest!"
Arcon couldn't sleep that night. He just kept wondering what would have happened if those hunters weren't there to protect him from the spiders. He also kept wondering about how the Hemdor found the lost city. The boulder blocking the main entrance is so thick that nobody can hear anything through it. Recta couldn't even hear the rain. So, how did that Hemdor find the city? During this thought, Arcon was interrupted by one of the hunters.
"Sir, It is now time to start your training."
"I thought it was supposed to be tomorrow."
"No, Sir. That is when Rycus will train you. The other hunters and I are going to train you in the ways of the sword and shield! Get yourself prepared and breakfast is served downstairs in the lounge!"
Arcon pulls on his pants and puts on his shoes and shirt, all provided by the King, and makes his way toward the Barracks because he just wasn't very hungry. Arcon notices that there is nobody here. He searches for any of the three hunters and cannot find them anywhere. In a sudden, lighting fast moment, Arcon finds himself in the middle of the Barracks's arena surrounded by five soldiers, all pointing spears at him. They are close, but not close enough to just push a little to draw blood.
"Disarmed, eh?" comes from a mysterious voice.
Arcon looks up at the roof of the barracks and sees the hunter swatting.
"You really should never keep your guard down, Arcon. Fall back!"
With this quick command, the soldiers pull up their spears and exit the arena.
"Okay, Arcon! Ready?"
"Ready?" Arcon asks. "For what?"
"Your gonna have to face me! If you defeat me, Arcon, then you won't have to learn the ways of the sword because I know it. Beat me and King Rycus will give you the secret to sword and shield fighting by using a spell he created. READY! Draw your weapon . . . First, go get it . . . and then draw it!"
The Hunter jumps from his perch onto the arena when Arcon gets his staff.