We started towards the field, walking in unison step by step. We babbled on about our plan when, out of the blue, we were stopped by a gang of "wanna-bes". A tall, brown haired boy (who I assume to be the leader) stepped up and folded his arms. "Oh, if it isn't elephant ears. How's the weather, eh? I'm surprised you're not deaf yet." His small gang snickered in a nosey, acrid tone. I rolled my eyes. I remembered who this douche was. "If you want to be an idiot, who am I to stop you. Also, make a better comeback, shit mouth. If I didn't absolutely win last time, I will this time. I'm NOT pulling punches." And with that I grabbed Atticka's hand and marched away. "You know walking away like that isn't really solving anything, Aaron." My sister's distant voice sounded behind. I shrugged gingerly. I sat us down at a nearby bench, checking for any impurities, and made us both comfortable. She looked at me with a tender smile that lit her face up. I looked over at the stands that were set up in an orderly fashion. Caramel Apples, Funnel Cakes, some carnival games, etc. It seemed somewhat bland to me. Until I heard the familiar sound of swords clashing sound behind me.
I turned around to see two kids, a senior like me, and a sophomore, dueling each other more epic then I had ever seen anyone. These kids swung at each other like mad men; as if they wanted to kill each other. I could see both of their strategies, but why are they dueling, I wonder? Letting curiosity get the best of me, I ambled across to get a better look. From what I saw, there was a tournament going on. Part of me discouraged joining in. Eh, what the hell. What harm would it do me? I asked myself as I took the pen and signed my name. The weapon manager had handed me a light-weighted sword that felt somewhat lighter than I expected. "Are you sure these are battle swords?" I asked him. He shrugged. "All I know is that they're from a local swordsmith. I heard he was pretty skilled too. I'm not sure myself though." I nodded. "Eh. I just think it's a little too light." I told him, swinging it. "Oh, then here's another one. This one's a little heavier." He tossed me a sword in a leather sheath. I unveiled the pretty blade, swing it around, lights bouncing off the metal. It felt nice, better than the light one. I nodded towards the weapons manager. "It's much better. Thank you sir." " You're welcome." He replied, tipping his hat. I turned around to hear him mumble "good luck."
I was placed in the back of the line. The match-ups were simple: Whoever was straight across you was your opponent. However, I found it strange how my opponent wasn't there. Who else is going to sign up? Do I get to face a champion of this tournament? But there was a hooded man who entered the line on the other side. His hood shadowed his face enough to darken his face. Who was this guy? Or, how about you just stop asking so many damn questions, Aaron! Focus! You maybe last, but that doesn't mean this line goes out fast! That inner conscious is true. The line was already halfway gone. My line hasn't moved an inch, but their line has. Logic says that hooded man is there for a reason. Then I instantly remembered my dream from this morning: Awaken our young hero! Did he mean that...I was to be cautious of this hooded person? What seemed to be three minutes later, that hooded figure was already on the ring. "I'ma take you down, random stranger!" His opponent was trying to engage his enemy, he didn't move. Instead he said: "You'll fly out of this ring." He leaped forward and thrusted his assailant off the ring within seconds. I felt my tongue forcibly gulping in uneasiness. I knew this guy meant business. He took his rivals out one by one just by using a single hand. Soon enough, it was my turn. I inhaled a deep breath and told myself don't let him hit you. I unsheathed my sword. My foe was twice my size in stature, making more intimidating as he already was. He stood straight up and royally engaged. I couldn't hold my fear in much longer. Come on Aaron! Stop thinking like that! You saw how he battles! He normally charges at his challengers head first!Just dodge his attacks and you'll be fine!
The red flag was thrown down, and felt his feet push down on the ring's floor. I instantly moved my feet around his attacks, charged, and nearly knocked him out of the ring, when I heard him say, "Not that easily, Aaron Hyrule." He shifted his weighted towards me and sent me flying near the edge. I couldn't believe it! Not only did he knew my strategy, but he also called out my name! Who the hell is he? My anger took over my arm's movement, grabbing my sword swiftly before he could reach me. However, I felt that something was wrong. He kicked me over, and surrounded me in a crystal. I began to lose it. "Who the hell are you?!" I screamed with all my might. The hooded figure lifted his hand and pulled back his hood to reveal a face I've seen before. "It's me...don't you remember?" He hissed. I heard Atticka scream from a few meters away. "Looks like I can take both you and your sister, hrm? That's not too shabby for a prize." His replitish eyes looked villainous in a shade of green. His laughter shook my bones, as he took my sister from my very eyes. "Oh, HELL no!" I howled, leaping after him. I couldn't just let him take my sister like that. He deserves to die in fire, honest to hell. However, he managed to push me back and knock me unconscious for a long while. I could wake up, and soon I let dismay flood my bones.