Clash Royale: Medallion's Honor
Prologue
Many tales explain many different morals and principles. But each one of them always says things from a different point of perspective. Once upon a time, in a Magical Realm, two ordinary mortals were chosen to become guardians of a very special Medallion. Maien was what the Medallion was referred by.
The Two Mortals were from just an ordinary family. But they possess qualities that prove their potential virture to their life.
Their names were Troy, and Ashia. Yes… they were normal people alright. But why would there be two normal mortals be chosen to guard something mystical as that of Maien?
Well, truth be told, it was because of their Ancestry, but it was also because of the skills they demonstrated before they even reached the age of 10.
Troy was really interested in Creativity, the building of making things. He also is empowered with his own Self-Taught Martial Arts, which he unusually and strangely started doing, even before he was able to walk! Most of the moves in his arsenal that he works best at, indeed, happens with him on the floor, or when not standing up.
Ashia on the other hand, is the opposite of Troy. While Troy may be interested in heavy grunt work and physically making things so, she was more empowered by the mind, then by the muscle. While Troy's defensive punches and kicks may be at a huge range, with moves requiring him to not stand up as the core, Ashia's moves are more strategic, more precise, and are as creative as Troy. She is interested mentally, more than physically.
Two regular mortals, both being brought up with the news of the Sacred Medallion every day. Their parents and family weren't allowed to speak any of this to anyone else, and Troy and Ashia were separated from each other.
The reason was because they each possess One-Half of the Medallion. If anyone were to get their hands on this Medallion, they would gain access to the ancient powers of Maien.
This brings it to what this Medallion was named after. Long ago, back when there wasn't technology and Arenas like Electro Valley was built, there were Kingdoms that were much more powerful than present day ones.
King Conah was a mighty and prosperous king. His kingdom was the biggest one in the realm, and owned and controlled the most land out of all the other kingdoms. King Conah's kingdom included a mysterious forge that creates all these kinds of trophies. Many people who were worthy enough would receive them.
While King Conah was a powerful King, he was also one to be most hated. Countless many of other, less ranked Kingdoms tried to interfere and vanquish this prideful Kingdom, but to no avail.
Then one day, there was a mysterious clan that had awoken and had been created unexpectedly. Their leader? Lord Xahartox. His father, Xahar, was once King Conah's most loyalist and trusted servant. He worked in King Conah's order for 30 years, before one day, a mystical fortune teller gave King Conah the bitter truth: Xahar had darkness lingering in him, and he tried to hide it. It was possible that once King Conah would step down from the throne, he would take it for himself, and become a tyrant.
King Conah wasn't a tyrant at all. And he did not want such a man to possess it like Xahar. So immediately, he banished him from his kingdom, and Xahar plotted revenge against him.
Xahar had managed to teach Xahartox his evil ways right down to his final breath. Finally, it was Xahartox's turn to make the change. Xahar had been not only King Conah's most trusted servant, but also had been King Conah's most skillful Builder. In fact, before he worked in King Conah's kingdom, he was just that, working as a Builder Building structures, preferably, weapons of destruction.
Xahar left behind one final blueprint of a superweapon, but hasn't been accomplished yet because of his old age. But yet, before he passed away, he told Xahartox to fulfill his bidding, and to finish the construction of this superweapon. He assured him that justice will be served once the superweapon has been completed.
Xahartox gathered up what was of his father's allies, and formed a clan. He was the leader, and no one dared to challenge him.
This mysterious clan, whom he called Paha, was trying as best as it could to stay low-profile. None of its valuable information should get into King Conah's hands.
A few years later, King Conah was still a mighty ruler as he once was as always. But now, Paha was growing and rising in size. Hundreds of people and creatures have pledged their allegiance to this clan of pure evil and hatred.
In fact, this clan was so big, that unfortunately, a nearby scout of theirs was later one day, caught and captured. He refused to give any information, but it was pretty clear that he belonged to an organization that symbolized the Beginning of the End.
King Conah immediately declared War after that, and started to round up his kingdom's forces. But it seemed too late for him to defend what was rightfully his.
That night, his Forge that created Trophies was captured and overturned. By then, with just a few years of progression, the Paha clan had impressive and dangerous technology. They simply had two flying warships, and it had chains that shot down, and carried a chunk of the ground and the Forge with it.
Now King Conah declared War just to defend his Kingdom. He was overall a King of Peace. But he knew his forces couldn't hold up against the might of Paha after a few weeks of battling.
He hurried over to a Well Hidden Grotto, because he knew his armies and forces were badly decreasing in numbers. His kingdom slowly began to shrink each day. Many clans made alliance with Paha, as Paha promised those riches, wealth, and glory as a brilliant way of persuading them.
At the deepest depth of the grotto inside, rested water that was so ancient that light blue vapors were seen slowly rising out of it. The water circled around a pedestal, made from pure gold.
Resting on top of the pedestal was Maien, the Medallion. The Medallion had a crown engraving on it, along with hands from either side, and the Sun, and the Moon on each side.
King Conah was the ultimate guardian for it. But he knew that his time will soon come to an end. And it was soon to be so. It was forged by the first builders to have ever existed in the entire realm, and was enchanted by the Ancient Wizard, Maien. That is right. The Medallion was named after the Ancient Wizard.
Before Maien ascended off, knowing that his time was up, he managed to capture the deepest parts of his Life Force, and imprint only a touch of it on the Medallion. Too much would destroy and obliterate the Medallion completely.
The reason? He foretold in a vision that a mighty clan was soon to be born many years after his ascension. But in advance, he knew something had to be done. Two chosen people were the ones to take this Medallion. An Ancient Prophecy foretold that the Paha clan will become the supreme empire of the entire magical realm, but Maien knew that cheating Destiny was possible. So in advance, he created this Medallion along with the first builders.
King Conah took the Medallion carefully off the Pedestal, and hurried back to his Royal Pony. If Paha could ever get their hands on the Medallion, the Prophecy would be as fulfilled, and they would not only become a Cruel Empire, but every other generation would be forced under the rule of an unbalanced order, filled with Chaos, rather than Peace.
King Conah carefully wrapped the Medallion in a small egg, as his final instructions were instructed. He was chosen by the final descendant of Maien, and it was through a messenger.
King Conah galloped off with the Medallion inside of the egg. The top half of the egg was opened at the time, and then once the Medallion settled inside, the opened top half of the egg sealed shut, automatically.
King Conah traveled to a specific river nearby, and then set the egg inside of it. He watched it as it traveled down the river, soon, into the Ocean, and then hopefully, like the Messenger said, would fall into the hands of the Chosen Ones' Ancestors.
King Conah then hurried off back to his own Castle, which was the final structure of his kingdom still remaining. Dozens of the fallen on his side were scattered all around the moat, and Paha had surrounded the Castle's Moat in a Semi-Circle formation.
They demanded King Conah to surrender, and just perhaps, they promised, he would be taken as a Prisoner, rather than become one of the fallen.
King Conah didn't have any sword with him at all. Even if he did, he would have never raised it. Standing firm on his ground, he told every one of his, and the Chosen Ones' greatest enemies, that the Medallion wasn't at his hands anymore.
It was gone, and there would be no chance for them to retrieve it, and intercept it before the ancestors of the Chosen Ones' found it.
In an outrage, Xahartox took out his sword, which gleamed black and red, and plunged it into King Conah's heart. King Conah used his remaining few seconds to keep on repeating the same thing:
"You will never find Maien. The Chosen Ones' will defeat this murderous clan, and fulfill their destiny, of cheating the Prophecy."
To this day, Xahartox, fueled by his father's bloodline of immortality, is now waiting for the right time to come. Patiently and firmly, with the Superweapon almost complete, he knows that the Chosen Ones out there only have so much long to live.
Xahartox then had the Trophy Forge with him now. He figured, he could use it as a way to plunge the realm into chaos. It will buy them a vast amount of time while they prepare their biggest creation yet to man.
So the Trophy Forge started producing Trophies, and began to distribute and scatter them among the many corners of the realm. In every nook and cranny, Trophies were viewed as one of the most valuable symbols of skill level.
He had many of his other minions, descendants of the clan, who were Kings, dress in Red Cloaks. Red Cloaks symbolized his clan.
There were only remants now of Conah's descedants, and his Kingdom was long forgotten. But the descendants lived on. They wore Blue Cloaks, to show their complete opposition to the Paha Clan.
Arena Battles were now a tradition in gaining Trophies, and Xahartox was incredibly pleased with the troops' destiny. To fight for a few seconds, but then disappear into the ground.
Trophies plunged the realm into Chaos, but the Descendants kept on multiplying. They set up a civilization near the coast, but then a couple years later, had been chased out by a Paha brigand.
They did build some ships. Incredibly, every single one of them managed to escape, and came upon a new island.
Most Blue Kings started civilization at Present Day Royal Arena. They had set up shop there, but didn't know that there were many other creatures, like Goblins, who lived even deeper on the island.
And it only took a few more years, before dozens of ships from the Paha clan landed on the island, and Arena Battles were set upon, hoping to push them backward. Trophies powered the Paha Clan up.
For both sides, they are fighting for what is foretold.
Many long grueling years later, through wars and battle, Paha still survived, as it was foretold. Troy and Ashia each owned one half of the Medallion, and are living hundreds of miles from each other.
Every week, they would send a small note with some code words on it, just to let each other know that they were okay.
But one usual day on Sunday, Troy didn't receive any note from Ashia. That could of course be something common. Sometimes there was difficulty with carrying messages.
But then it dragged onto a couple of days… then weeks… then MONTHS.
Troy knew something bad happened. He let his family and relatives living close by know what he was going through, and they reluctantly accepted what he was about to do.
He was about to journey off in the search of his possible Sister-In-Distress. This was incredibly dangerous, but noble. If one half of the Medallion was taken, many unexplainable events may follow, and great trouble.
And so, here is the great tale of… Medallion's Honor.