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Authors: Tony Johnson
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upcoming tournament: Titus Thatcher, Ty, Darren, all of the warriors from his watchtower, and all of his neighbors in the local community. It was a very happy time of celebration. Steve could not think of any time he smiled more or laughed as much as he did that night with his family and friends surrounding him.
Everyone that came brought their best dishes of food. It was more than enough to fill the bellies of everyone in attendance. Even the stray dogs, cats, and street orphans, who had come to see what all the commotion about, were freely given a hearty amount. Steve used the opportunity of having so many people in attendance to auction off the lances and armor that he wore throughout the Qualifiers. The earnings were all given to local charities that Steve was burdened for.
The highlight of the day’s events was a miniature jousting tournament for the children. The warriors from Steve’s watchtower spent the entire previous night setting up a tiny arena out of hay bales. Young boys felt like the warriors they dreamed of being as they were given miniature ponies to ride and flimsy rubber lances to joust with. As a reward for participation, all of the participants were given toy replicas of Steve’s sword, Brightflame. They were also all given front row seats for Steve’s first match in the Warriors’ Jousting Tournament.
Steve held a belief that there are winners and losers in competition, and because of this, not everyone deserves to be rewarded with the same prize. He wanted the champion of the mini-joust to receive something special. So Steve decided that the winner would become his forth squire and be the one to carry Brightflame in its sheath while he was jousting. Sadly, that boy was one of the squires who had died.
Steve was the last warrior to enter into the castle. The portcullis was dropped and the giant doors were closed behind him. He looked around the magnificent entrance lobby. The rest of the warriors numbered around seventy-five. That number should have been many, many times higher. The men stood in tight circles, whispering about what was going on and the horrors they had seen within the past hour.
A figure in a shining gold and silver armored suit walked down the long straight staircase leading up to the further stories of the castle. The voice of the man interrupted all of the conversations as he stopped and stood on the stairs, overlooking the warriors in the lobby.
Sir Lambert was the Supreme Commander of the warriors of Celestial. His rank and title were shown by the amount of gold he wore on his armor. He was King Zoran’s right hand man. Steve was convinced along with most warriors, that Sir Lambert was the smartest man in the kingdom. He planned attack raids against monsters and devised intricate battle strategies that never failed. He pitted the strengths of his men against the weaknesses of the monsters they fought. Lambert had helped design the defenses of Celestial including the warriors’ watchtowers. He had also created the city’s defense plan in case of a surprise attack; the plan that Steve and the rest of the city had just followed.
“Archers to the walls. Aerial warriors, saddle whatever monsters are left in the high stables of the castle towers.”
Steve was surprised at the Supreme Commander’s calmness as he called out orders to the warriors in the lobby, telling them which parts of the castle they would be designated to. Steve found it odd that he did not spend any time explaining the attack.
As soon as a warrior heard their area of expertise called, they headed off in that direction, not waiting for the remaining orders that did not pertain to them. To the warriors who were not archers or fliers, Sir Lambert pointed to each huddled group and sent them off to different sections of the castle.
Everyone had received their orders and was running to their positions, except for Steve, who stood alone with his back to the huge doors he had just come through. He started
Everyone that came brought their best dishes of food. It was more than enough to fill the bellies of everyone in attendance. Even the stray dogs, cats, and street orphans, who had come to see what all the commotion about, were freely given a hearty amount. Steve used the opportunity of having so many people in attendance to auction off the lances and armor that he wore throughout the Qualifiers. The earnings were all given to local charities that Steve was burdened for.
The highlight of the day’s events was a miniature jousting tournament for the children. The warriors from Steve’s watchtower spent the entire previous night setting up a tiny arena out of hay bales. Young boys felt like the warriors they dreamed of being as they were given miniature ponies to ride and flimsy rubber lances to joust with. As a reward for participation, all of the participants were given toy replicas of Steve’s sword, Brightflame. They were also all given front row seats for Steve’s first match in the Warriors’ Jousting Tournament.
Steve held a belief that there are winners and losers in competition, and because of this, not everyone deserves to be rewarded with the same prize. He wanted the champion of the mini-joust to receive something special. So Steve decided that the winner would become his forth squire and be the one to carry Brightflame in its sheath while he was jousting. Sadly, that boy was one of the squires who had died.
Steve was the last warrior to enter into the castle. The portcullis was dropped and the giant doors were closed behind him. He looked around the magnificent entrance lobby. The rest of the warriors numbered around seventy-five. That number should have been many, many times higher. The men stood in tight circles, whispering about what was going on and the horrors they had seen within the past hour.
A figure in a shining gold and silver armored suit walked down the long straight staircase leading up to the further stories of the castle. The voice of the man interrupted all of the conversations as he stopped and stood on the stairs, overlooking the warriors in the lobby.
Sir Lambert was the Supreme Commander of the warriors of Celestial. His rank and title were shown by the amount of gold he wore on his armor. He was King Zoran’s right hand man. Steve was convinced along with most warriors, that Sir Lambert was the smartest man in the kingdom. He planned attack raids against monsters and devised intricate battle strategies that never failed. He pitted the strengths of his men against the weaknesses of the monsters they fought. Lambert had helped design the defenses of Celestial including the warriors’ watchtowers. He had also created the city’s defense plan in case of a surprise attack; the plan that Steve and the rest of the city had just followed.
“Archers to the walls. Aerial warriors, saddle whatever monsters are left in the high stables of the castle towers.”
Steve was surprised at the Supreme Commander’s calmness as he called out orders to the warriors in the lobby, telling them which parts of the castle they would be designated to. Steve found it odd that he did not spend any time explaining the attack.
As soon as a warrior heard their area of expertise called, they headed off in that direction, not waiting for the remaining orders that did not pertain to them. To the warriors who were not archers or fliers, Sir Lambert pointed to each huddled group and sent them off to different sections of the castle.
Everyone had received their orders and was running to their positions, except for Steve, who stood alone with his back to the huge doors he had just come through. He started
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