Chapter 7: The Guild Training

Maze awoke the next day, bright and early, ready for training. After getting dressed and a quick bite to eat at the tavern, he went outside to meet Scythe by the Guild woods.

"Hello Maze, are you ready for your training?" said the intimidating Scythe.

"Yes sir." replied Maze with passion.

"Ok, first we will test your strength. Do you have a weapon on you or will we be giving you one?"

"Oh no, I have one." Maze pulled out his Obsidian cleaver that he had stole many years ago. It was a bit worn out, but it was still powerful.

"Ah, I see. Obsidian, huh? That is a powerful substance. My apprentice used to use weapons made of Obsidian. Yet he died years ago on a quest to Knothole Glade. Him and his brother both died, to who I believed was killed by….oh, look at me babbling on again. Never mind that, Obsidian is a powerful substance, and definitely not a beginners blade."

"Y-Yes, I've had some training…" said Maze, now worried as his memories of the two guild hero's had haunted him.

"Well, lets see what you've got. Kreon! Come here!" Scythe called Kreon, a Guild veteran. Kreon was a considerably attractive man, who had recently conquered the Arena, who could whoo any women in all of Albion. His bright plate mail armor, along with his golden blonde hair and signature weapon, designed himself, pointed him out easily in town.

"You need me, Scythe?" asked Kreon.

"Yes, duel this boy, I want to see what he's got."

"Good luck boy." said Kreon facing Maze drawing his blade.

Maze drew his blade and faced Kreon. He lunged towards the handsome warrior, yet was easily dodged. This time, Kreon jump kicked Maze knocking him to the ground. Kreon let his blade drop to Maze, yet Maze had turned around, blocking. Maze rolled up and the battle continued. Maze and Kreon continued to exchange blows until Kreon jumped back, about to use will. A blue light illuminated his right hand, as lightning bolts shot towards Maze. Maze could only bear this for so long, yet he used his will to produce a large shield, sending Kreon's blast to him with twice the power. Kreon fell, defeated.

"That was impressive!" said Kreon, panting.

"I see, you have some power. I only see it fitting that you train with Weaver, he's our strongest pupil. He might be next in line to be the guild master, considering we are lacking one now. Anyway, he will be a good trainer for you." said Scythe.

Maze had left to his room momentarily. Here he was contacted by Jack of Blades on his teleporter.

"Master, I am in the guild, and I have some information for you." said Maze.

"Hmm? Lets here it." said the voice of Jack.

"Apparently, the two Guildsmen you killed the day you found me were apprentices of Scythe."

"I see, that poses a problem. He will probably be checking every hero and apprentice. Keep your eyes peeled. Anyway, have you any leads on who the descendant or Archon is?"

"I've only met three heros: Scythe, Weaver, and Kreon."

Jack laughed "It cannot be Scythe, it is rumored that he has walked Albion since before Archon was born. I've heard much about Weaver, he is very renown, and it is possible it is him, I will look into it. Who is Kreon?"

"As far as I know, he is popular with women, not the strongest though."

"I see…I will look into it anyway. Good work Maze, keep it up."

The transmission ended.

Maze lay down on his bed, taking a quick nap before his meeting with Weaver. Maze did this often and pondered his life. Maze believes he is going in a wrong path. Yet he knew there was nothing he could do. Maze sighed and fell asleep.