Problems with the story, I'm afraid, due to the fact that I lost my save progress, Laptop being broken and all that, I'll have to put this story on hiatus until such time as I recreate the legend on my (newer) laptop, as the legend is largely what had inspired me to write this story.
I guess the legend will die, then. Though I will give you another chapter to add to this dumpster fire.
First Day on the Job
Luke was a man who believed in several things: righteousness, romance and loyalty. As he was one who was brought up on tales of chivalry and bravery, tales of champions and heroes duelling to the death with the commander of the opposing army. The thought of teamwork was something which he wasn't all that sold on it, as battles were ultimately decided by duels between champions. He did have a good friend in the form of Roderick, though he was known as Rody, a fellow prospective cavalier, a lot more humble and not as much of an idealist.
They were both partnered up for initiation into the Knights of Altea, he looked around at his fellow initiates, those who he would have to be the better to, there was a rather nervous grass green haired archer with a dirt brown haired armour knight, an excitable looking sky blue haired peagsus knight with a rather bored looking dirty blond mage who exuded smugness. In front of him was a pair of women with bobs purple hair, one with light and unsaturated purple hair was wearing the robes of a mage, with a purple looking cloak as well. The other one had deep purple hair was wearing a blue coat (which looked rather new) it would be safe to assume that there was armour under the coat, a Myrmidon, he remembered, that was what they called themselves, agile warriors who fought with swords and swiftness, he realised that he might have found one who might become his rival. Steeled with a determination to find a rival and to outdo them, he knew that he would pass this initiation.
A day after he passed initiation single handedly, he and Rody were organised into platoons, they, to their joy, were organised into the 7th platoon he met the purple haired myrmidon, a single blue eye glared at him, with the other eye covered by a black eyepatch, though that didn't seem to limit her skill much, he had heard the rumours, everyone had, that she had bested Sir Jagen, Veteran of the War of Shadows, himself in single combat. She introduced herself as "Amelia", while the mage introduced herself as "Katerina" while the judgement of her as a mage wasn't entirely correct, as she was a tactician first and a mage second.
He would have to challenge her for leadership of the platoon, his longsword against her falchion and he was sure that he would win.
Thinking about it, me on Hitaous might not be that different from me when I'm active, either way I'm not updating unless hell starts to freeze over and I see a swine who is taking to the sky.
So anyway, this is the Bumbling Caster, signing off.