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Authors: Jason Paul Rice
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at the Dueling Yard. A man ran up to the Queen and Anderley, eager to watch their horses. Anderley gave him two coppers and the pair proceeded toward the yard.
The seats were configured in a horseshoe pattern with one end open for entering and leaving. The tiers of seats around the well of the Dueling Yard ascended toward the back and could hold about seven hundred people. The pair strolled into the yard and felt the morbid excitement in the air. Some of the fans belted out crazy sounding screams and others cheered in the seats. Two criminals battled for their lives in the middle of the Yard. The massive crowd roared like a starving beast. The thirst of blood appeared more prevalent in the audience than on the yard of battle sometimes. Most of the audience members were highborn who gambled heavy piles of gold on the fights. On either side of the yard the future combatants lined up for inspection. The Queen and Sir Anderley sized them up, seeing what match-ups they wanted to gamble on. Everyone bowed to the Queen in reverence as she passed. They knew she came from commoner roots with a lucky last name.
The King had gone to Burkeville to visit his sister after the death of his first wife, Parys. He met Emilia during a walk through the woods and instantly fell for her. Emilia’s family, the Burkes, had strained family ties with the Duke of Burkeville. Her father was the cousin of Duke Aston Burke, who wouldn’t even let Emilia’s immediate family in his castle. She grew up not knowing the cause of the feud. They had lived within an hour of the Duke’s castle but her father simply told her never to go there. But that day she had sneaked into Arigold, the Capitol of Burkeville, to see what the King looked like. They found each other and the King fell in love with the beautiful fourteen-year-old.
A king marrying a woman with no last name influence ruffled a few feathers, but a determined king always gets his way. He had validated it by saying that the Burke last name was good enough. And although the Queen appeared somewhat simple in thought, she remained beloved by the people of the city. She mingled with them and gave them respect in return. Most of the city hated King Ali-Stanley, but the citizens were always receptive of Queen Emilia. She needed little protection around the Capitol, but Sir Anderley still escorted her everywhere.
They were whisked right up to the front row, closest to the action. Two men squared off in the middle of the grassy yard. One man stood almost twice the size of his opponent. Fitted with black armor, the mammoth man held a colossal wooden shield and small war axe that he operated with one hand. The tiny man wore silver armor that hung poorly from his body, leaving plenty of exposed area. It shone in the sunlight, along with his little sword. The little guy had protected his head with a silver eagle-shaped helm as he readied for battle. Both prisoners had won two brawls already, but the Queen and nearly all of the gamblers bet on the giant.
Chop his little head off so I can collect my gold fox .
The referee screamed, “Battle” as the behemoth rushed his opponent and took a heaving swing with the war axe. The smaller, quicker dueler easily avoided the pain. The immense man rushed four or five more times, swinging mightily without success.
Come on you big oaf, finish this little creep off .
The giant tired quickly but continued to chase the half man around the Dueling Yard. The tiny dancer silenced the crowd of more than five hundred people who had howled like uncontrollable animals at the start of the match.
The gigantic criminal finally discarded the useless shield that only weighed him down.
Let’s go, you stupid criminal, you better beat a man half your size .
With two hands firmly on his axe, he swung mightily hoping to split the already small man into two pieces. He missed again, only succeeding in deeply jamming his axe into mother earth’s body. The huge man struggled to extract
The seats were configured in a horseshoe pattern with one end open for entering and leaving. The tiers of seats around the well of the Dueling Yard ascended toward the back and could hold about seven hundred people. The pair strolled into the yard and felt the morbid excitement in the air. Some of the fans belted out crazy sounding screams and others cheered in the seats. Two criminals battled for their lives in the middle of the Yard. The massive crowd roared like a starving beast. The thirst of blood appeared more prevalent in the audience than on the yard of battle sometimes. Most of the audience members were highborn who gambled heavy piles of gold on the fights. On either side of the yard the future combatants lined up for inspection. The Queen and Sir Anderley sized them up, seeing what match-ups they wanted to gamble on. Everyone bowed to the Queen in reverence as she passed. They knew she came from commoner roots with a lucky last name.
The King had gone to Burkeville to visit his sister after the death of his first wife, Parys. He met Emilia during a walk through the woods and instantly fell for her. Emilia’s family, the Burkes, had strained family ties with the Duke of Burkeville. Her father was the cousin of Duke Aston Burke, who wouldn’t even let Emilia’s immediate family in his castle. She grew up not knowing the cause of the feud. They had lived within an hour of the Duke’s castle but her father simply told her never to go there. But that day she had sneaked into Arigold, the Capitol of Burkeville, to see what the King looked like. They found each other and the King fell in love with the beautiful fourteen-year-old.
A king marrying a woman with no last name influence ruffled a few feathers, but a determined king always gets his way. He had validated it by saying that the Burke last name was good enough. And although the Queen appeared somewhat simple in thought, she remained beloved by the people of the city. She mingled with them and gave them respect in return. Most of the city hated King Ali-Stanley, but the citizens were always receptive of Queen Emilia. She needed little protection around the Capitol, but Sir Anderley still escorted her everywhere.
They were whisked right up to the front row, closest to the action. Two men squared off in the middle of the grassy yard. One man stood almost twice the size of his opponent. Fitted with black armor, the mammoth man held a colossal wooden shield and small war axe that he operated with one hand. The tiny man wore silver armor that hung poorly from his body, leaving plenty of exposed area. It shone in the sunlight, along with his little sword. The little guy had protected his head with a silver eagle-shaped helm as he readied for battle. Both prisoners had won two brawls already, but the Queen and nearly all of the gamblers bet on the giant.
Chop his little head off so I can collect my gold fox .
The referee screamed, “Battle” as the behemoth rushed his opponent and took a heaving swing with the war axe. The smaller, quicker dueler easily avoided the pain. The immense man rushed four or five more times, swinging mightily without success.
Come on you big oaf, finish this little creep off .
The giant tired quickly but continued to chase the half man around the Dueling Yard. The tiny dancer silenced the crowd of more than five hundred people who had howled like uncontrollable animals at the start of the match.
The gigantic criminal finally discarded the useless shield that only weighed him down.
Let’s go, you stupid criminal, you better beat a man half your size .
With two hands firmly on his axe, he swung mightily hoping to split the already small man into two pieces. He missed again, only succeeding in deeply jamming his axe into mother earth’s body. The huge man struggled to extract
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