Chapter 1: Lord Cid Highwind

Inside one of the many castles of Rune-Midgard, the most magnificent ones were the ones in Prontera; they always had a more advanced look to them, more complex structure and a lot harder to break through it. One of these grand castles belonged to the Forgotten Elites Guild, a guild lead by a powerful Lord Knight, with blonde ruffled type hair and shining dark green armor, everyone in the knights guild had heard of his name somewhere or the other and they had all dreamed to be like him; cool in battles, always calm, never showing his emotions in battle to his enemies and always, even if outnumbered in the wars fought with everything he had. He was probably in his mid-thirties, no one really knew. This lord knight had acquired the title of Lord Cid Highwind, long ago when the guild the Crimson Elites were around, they always were elite in battles and did what they could in battles, their leader was an assassin whom was named Javier, only a few years later, many of them were getting older, slower, more easier to wound in the wars. Cid closed his eyes as he remembered all his friends from ages gone by, and what friends they were. Since they were all either dead because of the very first year of the reign of chaos, or had enough, Cid still kept his crimson red emblem on his right shoulder plate and cape shining brightly in the sunlight. He had decided to make a guild, in memory of his friends and to get vengeance on those who started to reign of chaos by making a guild called Forgotten Elites, for they have been forgotten in the very depths of an eight-hundred page book on history of Rune-Midgard.

Cid Highwind was inside his Lazrigees castle, talking and just chatting with his guild mates. Many respected him and befriended him ages ago so decided to join his guild, and help in his goal to make the guild grow bigger and stronger so he could finally avenge his friends from the Crimson Elites death because of those who had brought the reign of chaos.

Eloron had walked almost nonstop after deciding to see his father, although he still had a lot on his mind and punished himself, the very thought of meeting his father after years excited him, he would finally get to see him, without being an enemy to his guild and he would finally be able to talk and catch up with him. As he had entered Prontera he started to look at the majestic castles standing tall and magnificent, like a background for the city. He remembered the very first time he had been here, he was with his old guild, and they had finally came and got a prized castle many would dream to have, or even keep. He remembered how hard he had fought inside the castle and how he protected all of his guild mates. "Never again can I experience that…' he mumbled to himself as he walked onto to Lazrigees castle to see his father.

Chapter Two: Reunion

Eloron had finally made it to the castle of Lazrigees, all that was in his way now was to get in without trouble and meet his father. Just as he was about to walk inside the castle perimeters he was stopped by two knights, one holding a spear with a two-handed sword slung across his back just in case, the other with a two-handed sword, baring his way to meet Cid.

'Halt!' one of the knights said in a strong and booming voice at Eloron.

Eloron stopped.

'What business do you have with our leader, Lord Cid Highwind?'

'Lord Cid Highwind is my father; I've come to visit him and speak with him, alone.' Eloron answered coldly.

'How do we know you're telling the truth, after all, all you look like is a rundown paladin that can't even afford a place to stay or protect anything at all!' one of the knights had shouted at Eloron. That was it, Eloron had snapped out of his calm state after hearing those words, he slung his shield back across his back and unsheathed his flamberge and his saber. Gritting his teeth and standing in a defensive position, he was ready to do anything just to see his father and talk to him, even if it meant wounding, or possibly killing some of his father's guild mates.

The knight, who had said the words at Eloron, took his spear and ran at Eloron knowing that from the stance Eloron was in, he wanted a fight. The knight screamed as he picked up speed and charged Eloron, spear thrusting a bit upwards, aiming at his face. Eloron used his flamberge which was now in his right hand to block the spear's tip from hitting him, than using his saber he slashed at where the half point for the spear would be multiple times until it cracked.

This time the two-handed knight ran at Eloron, as he ran his colour was changing into a golden hue, he had just used two handed quicken and was going to be faster than he usually was. He slashed diagonally at Eloron, from left ear tip down to the right side of his chin, luckily for Eloron, however, he used his swords in a defensive block, blocking the sword at full swing. Using his feet, he quickly did a spin kick at the knight's chest, making him fall over. He thought they had had enough when suddenly, both of them charged, with a two-handed sword in hand, one a claymore, the other a bastard sword. The knight that was kicked, was still in his golden hue colour and was running at Eloron from the right, while the one with the claymore, who didn't use two-handed quicken ran to his left. Eloron used his saber and made it face horizontally at the knight's attack with a claymore. The other knight ran at his right and, instead of attacking head on, tried to stop, turn 360 degrees with his sword facing outwards to slash at Eloron's waist area, Eloron barely had a chance to dodge it, but when he did he quickly turned on his back and pushed upwards, as if he was doing a pushup up at the knight on his right, causing his shield to bang into his face, causing him to almost fall over. With that Eloron ran at him, stepping on his mailed chest and pointing his flameberge's tip at his throat, the other knight tried to run at Eloron, Eloron just used his saber and pointed it at his face, causing him to stop before he was at Eloron. Panting slightly, Eloron quickly asked coldly in a demanding tone where Cid Highwind was, they didn't answer. Eloron quickly used his right hand and pull the flamberge up into the air, about to slam it right inside the young knight's throat when suddenly they all heard a loud booming voice from inside the castle…. 'Stop! Desist at once!' Eloron stopped a hairsbreadth from cutting right into the knight's throat.

The last thing Eloron heard before he stopped his thrust at the young knight's throat was a loud booming voice, it was his father, Cid Highwind that had told them to stop inside one of the castle halls he had witnessed the battle, and when he had saw this paladin with a red cape and red hair about to strike down one of his men, he decided it was time to stop the fight, though, he had to admit, that paladin's way of fighting was very familiar, he just couldn't remember who it was.