Prologue:
The unsettled dust from battle only seconds ago begun to settle, revealing the many bodies that littered the ground. The battle had been one of epic proportion, each man fighting valiantly for his kingdom, but only two men remained standing.
On the west side of the battle field had been host the that of Gorontor, a proud kingdom, threatened by the rumours of a distant land, Theanta, who was slowly gaining power.
The east side of the battle field had accommodated those of the Fr'ndCoda Army. Once Gorontor had learned of the rising nation, he planned to invade and conquer as many lands around as possible for more dominance, but Fr'ndCoda had stood there ground.
The two men stood, each panting slightly. One, King Gorontor, the other, King Cor. Cor stood, still proud even though his body had taken a beating. Blood from the many men he had killed protecting his beloved homeland dripped from his golden sword, and christened the ground below him, his eyes never leaving the deathly stare from Gorontor.
It was Gorontor who made the first movement, with one swift movement, he brought his sword up and ran toward Cor at full pelt. Cor braced himself as Gorontor met him and with a mighty swing the two men clashed swords.
Now locked in a blinding swordfight, each man fought for nothing but kingdom and country. The winner would gain everything, and it was a battle not to be lost.
Cor swung his sword down at every opportunity, but the battles before hand had made him weak. His aim was off, and Gorontor's armour was greatly crafted, leaving only a few weak spots. Still, he fought with all his might, aiming for the neck and arms whenever he was not defending himself from Gorontor's amazing swordplay.
Finally, after a heated duel, Cor managed to clip his sword inbetween Gorontor's armour and wounded him. Gorontor fell with an almighty scream, and landed on the floor. His sword clanged as it hit a nearby rock and spun away. Gorontor was down, not dead, but unable to fight. Cor stood over his body, the point of his gleaming sword pointed directly at his enemies neck.
"You think this will end it all?" Gorontor spat at him, his speach broken with coughing and wheezing. "You think that killing me means no more figthing? Theanta will rise and take us all you fool."
Cor did not reply. Deep down he knew this, but he would do whatever he could to protect his land. He grasped his sword with both hands, and readied himself to make the final blow to Gorontor's neck.
Suddenly, there was an amazing light from Cor's left. He dropped his sword and shielded his eyes, in fear of being blinded. After a few seconds he managed to open his eyelids a slit and saw a blacked out figure in the distance. In another few seconds, the two men had vanished, turning the battlefield into a cemetary.
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