Fanfic: Legend of Sun Knight

Creus xXx Leithe

Genre: Yaoi

Disclaimer: You know the drill...please don't make me repeat one of my impossible desires! I might die and resurrect into a Death Knight! (which would be awesome by the way)

Note: Thanks for reading. This is turning to be one of the exciting things I've written! Well unless a lazy worm invaded my system again and make me stop writing.

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Chapter 10

The real Sun Knight dashed, no, he flew to the scene almost leaving behind his vice captain. When he is already at the garden he saw all the Holy Knights sorrounding Judgment. Wait, when did Lesus' hair turned golden!? He looked closer, and realized that the one wearing the Judgment Knight robes was not Lesus! And at the corner of his eyes—at the edge of the bushes—he saw Judge with a pained look on his paling face. He even have Stone assisting him to stand. Sun has never seen Judge in such a low state before! Is this guy really that strong? To make even the best of them bent on their knees!

When all the other knights saw Grisia enter the patio, they all gave a relieved sigh and some are even joyous.

"Thank the God of Light it is really not him!"

"I told you Grisia can't do that!"

Do that? Do what? What did I did?

"Yes that would be really creepy! And to Judgment! Not even the God of Light can be that forgiving!"

"Neh, I wouldn't be surprised if he really swing that way."

What? What? Swing what way? It was Earth who said the last one.

But his attention is all on the blonde, standing resolutely at the center of the courtyard, wearing Judgment's cloak and wielding Adair's sword. He also share the same shocked expression to Grisia when he appeared, only Sun was able to pull off a smile in a heartbeat while the other one continued in his defensive stance. He was certain this is the fraud they are talking about. The fake Sun Knight. The similarity is really uncanny it is almost frightening!

Both of them assessed each other. From their azure eyes, golden locks of hair and the over-all features. He looks just like a carbon copy! He won't be surprised if they are indeed twins! Grisia gave himself a well-deserved breath. It's not every day you dash at the edge of the garden and see a doppelganger—it's like he's looking at a damn mirror. He is still having goose bumps at the thought.

Only, to his horror, the blonde is terrifyingly dirty! His suit has rips and holes in it and it is in complete disarray and not a tinge of grace is in the fraud's article! His hair is not even combed yet!

Thank goodness the clerics and the platoons have been cleared away from the area. If anyone sees the Fake Sun, even if he is a fake, it would be so unnerving! He didn't spend so much effort to protect his image just to make it shattered by a fake! A lousy fake at that! Grisia's eyes twitched Unacceptable! His hands are itching to scrub every dirt that can be scrubbed on the other one.

The Fake Sun was simply standing there that even the other knights was caught up on his silence.

"What is this farce? By the ever-merciful radiance of the God of Light, I would dispose of such insult! You! You dare taint the benevolent name of the Sun Knight by leeching off into his image and offend his sacred mission as the vessel of the God of Light's benevolence! Prepare, for I shall force you to repent for your sins!"

It was a grammatically-perfect headache-inducing-benevolent-sun-speech. And everyone was surprised. It was nothing special (heck, living with Sun for years, their ears had finally stop bleeding from his constant babblings) but what surprised them was that it came from the Fake Sun!

It took Sun awhile before he realized that the Fake Sun was charging towards him! Thankfully Earth immediately cast Holy Earth Shield. Clashing against it, Fake Sun realized it was no use and swiftly backed away.

What amazes them more was how the Fake Sun's speed, graceful stance, and the way he handles his sword show his expertise in swordfighting, dispelling instantly any doubt that the one they are fighting is Grisia Sun.

Hey, he might be bad, I mean, an average, allright, a little above the below average swordsman (you happy now!?), but he is a great cleric, (darn it I am not a cleric!) right, correction, a holy magic user that having him is the same as having an army of clerics, warpriests and shadowpriests all rolled in one!

The clashing of swords made Grisia stop on his monologue. Afterall, Fake Sun went head-to-head with Ecilan! And it was amazing! Fake Sun's golden hair danced through the air, like a veil of silk being tossed around in contrast from the colorful garden. Fake Sun was able to adjust quickly at the style of Ecilan's swordplay that he too seemed to be in perfect sync to Ice. Both looked like they were a pair of ice-skate dancers instead of knights! And not only was he able to make Ice scowl, he even made him back away! Sun immediately cast holy blessing to Ice, and was stunned to see all the other knights simply standing on the side with their mouths dropped an inch.

They have never seen Sun in such a perfect posture! Even if the man brandishing his sword at them is a fake and his exterior is far from the ever-clean freak image of Sun, they can't help but be captivated at the intruder. Some of them even had a look of longing as if they are having a hard time letting go of seeing Sun finally able to hold a sword without being a lethal danger zone for anyone inside a one-kilometer radius.

Their eyes are all dreamy watching in fascination at the spectacle.

He heard Adair sobbed, "This is like a dream! Oh my God of Light! Why!? Why did you have to make us witness such a glorious sight!"

"Only to realize it is not real." Stone added, and Adair's sob became more erratic.

The unncessary comment made a condensencing silent hung among the other Holy Knights and deppression spread like a disease.

"What a loss."

"How grieving!"

"Can we keep him?" Leaf suggested.

Sun was so close in turning them into cocoons of chain of darkness, (it'll make the Temple look like a den of spiders!) when, by his word, Ecilan's divine popsicle was flung in the air! For Ice to lose his sword!? And to Sun! A FAKE SUN(!?) is just unthinkable!

In an instant, Roland appeared from behind Fake Sun. As expected from Hell! Show him and beat him until he can bareky breathe! Sun cheered(?), Fake Sun dodged and sliced Roland's knee joints only to catch air. The divine popsicle went overhead and was smoothly grabbed by Fake Sun, but it looks like he was having difficulty holding the sword up, without second thoughts, Fake Sun let it go and continued fighting Roland.

He can't use the Divine Ice Sword? Realization dawned in at the holy knights, then it means that Fake Sun can't use any magic! At this point, their admiration which is already at the peak, put on a notch higher! Fake Sun has been fighting the best of their swordsmen without any aid of magic abilities!

At once, the elegant dancing style of fighting was replaced by a cautious defensive style, sizing up the ability of his new opponent, Fake Sun tried to be as efficient in his movements. Roland would directly attack Fake Sun and during a difficult assault, Fake Sun suddenly assessed, "I have never seen such an honest way of fighting!"

As the whole continent knew, Hell Knight is a spy and would be an expert on covert and assasination, and he has become a death lord who should be one of the most despicable creatures of the undead, to be called honest is unheard of!

A playful smile appeared on Fake Sun's lips since if he is seriously taken by Roland's skills and he said, "You have a great grip and balance but if you continue placing your weight on your left feet every third lateral slash of your sword, you would easily lose your stamina!" Roland just stopped dead on his tracks, his eyes widened and stared at his left feet, then blinked. He adjusted his feet, still Fake Sun tap the blunt end of his sword on Roland's ankle to show him the correct angle. Satisfied, Fake Sun nod his head in approval and resumed his position.

Sword still raised, Roland glanced back to Sun then Fake Sun then back again.

And thus the Fake Sun Club was established with Roland on the frontlines.

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