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"Here, Lord Victory," said one of the archers as he handed him a letter.
Victory grabbed it and shouted, "Quiet! Do not call me Lord anymore."
Then, he began to open it slowly. Victory served as the Gate Lord, commanding 50 men under him. He had grown to despise the title of lord ever since that fateful fight where two unruly men threw him over the wall, leaving him with grave injuries that nearly claimed his life. From that day on, his men began to address him as Lord.
As he read the letter, Victory realized it was signed by his brother, Lender. Without hesitation, he made a decision. Determined, Victory sought an audience with Prince Radamier, the ruler of the city, to request a few days' leave.
Upon meeting Prince Radamier, a sense of relief washed over Victory as the prince willingly granted him the leave he desired. Radamier, well aware of Victory's dedication and loyalty, reassured him that he could take the time he needed. In a playful manner, the prince added, "Just make sure not to disappear forever!"
A chuckle escaped Victory's lips at the prince's humor. "Rest assured, my lord," Victory responded with a nod, "I will return before you realize I'm gone, ready to embrace the title of Lord once more."
Curiosity filled Radamier's face as he inquired, "So, you truly dislike being called Lord then?"
Victory shrugged. "I'm uncertain. Though I believe this might be of use to you," he said, handing Radamier the letter.
Taking the letter, Radamier quickly skimmed through its contents. Confusion furrowed his brow as he spoke, "Lender wants to inform you that your father, General Honder, is dying. I had heard rumors of his declining health, but now I understand your destination."
As Victory left the audience with Prince Radamier, he headed towards the gate to give his men some orders. He entrusted Bryce with leadership until his return and invited his best friend, who also served as one of his men, to accompany him to the royal city, despite his young age of only 17.
Victory and his young friend embarked on a determined ride toward the royal city. The wind whipped through their hair as their horses galloped across the vast countryside, the rhythmic sound of hooves echoing in their ears. Along the way, Victory couldn't help but reflect on the letter from his brother, Lender, reminding him of his father's impending fate.
Do hear the river he asked his friend who's name was lomer do you hear it in the distance.
"Yes, I do," Lomer replied, leaning closer to Victory as they rode side by side. "The sound of rushing water seems to be growing louder. It must be a nearby river."
Victory laughed we go over the river he said, have you not been to Royal city before.
I have only once though, like most boys my age. He sighed. Victory how old are you.
I am 21 he replied.
What shouted Lomer halting his horse, you are truly 21.
Yes replied Victory
But you appear older than you truly are. Smarter, stronger. I don't its just I never thought you to be 21.
Victory chuckled at his friend's astonishment. "Appearances can be deceiving, my friend," he said with a wry smile. "Life has a way of shaping us differently. The experiences I've had and the responsibilities I've shouldered have aged me beyond my years, both in body and in mind."
Lomer stared at him for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. "I suppose that makes sense," he finally admitted. "You've always been wise beyond your age, after all."
Victory nodded, appreciating the compliment. "Thank you, Lomer. But let's not dwell on age too much. We have a task at hand, and every moment wasted brings us closer to losing the opportunity to see my father one last time."
With renewed determination, Victory and Lomer continued their ride towards the royal city. The sound of the rushing river accompanied them, acting as a constant reminder of the passage of time and the urgency of their journey. Though uncertain of what awaited them, they both knew that their bond and their resolve would see them through whatever challenges lay ahead.
"Here, Lord Victory," said one of the archers as he handed him a letter.
Victory grabbed it and shouted, "Quiet! Do not call me Lord anymore."
Then, he began to open it slowly. Victory served as the Gate Lord, commanding 50 men under him. He had grown to despise the title of lord ever since that fateful fight where two unruly men threw him over the wall, leaving him with grave injuries that nearly claimed his life. From that day on, his men began to address him as Lord.
As he read the letter, Victory realized it was signed by his brother, Lender. Without hesitation, he made a decision. Determined, Victory sought an audience with Prince Radamier, the ruler of the city, to request a few days' leave.
Upon meeting Prince Radamier, a sense of relief washed over Victory as the prince willingly granted him the leave he desired. Radamier, well aware of Victory's dedication and loyalty, reassured him that he could take the time he needed. In a playful manner, the prince added, "Just make sure not to disappear forever!"
A chuckle escaped Victory's lips at the prince's humor. "Rest assured, my lord," Victory responded with a nod, "I will return before you realize I'm gone, ready to embrace the title of Lord once more."
Curiosity filled Radamier's face as he inquired, "So, you truly dislike being called Lord then?"
Victory shrugged. "I'm uncertain. Though I believe this might be of use to you," he said, handing Radamier the letter.
Taking the letter, Radamier quickly skimmed through its contents. Confusion furrowed his brow as he spoke, "Lender wants to inform you that your father, General Honder, is dying. I had heard rumors of his declining health, but now I understand your destination."
As Victory left the audience with Prince Radamier, he headed towards the gate to give his men some orders. He entrusted Bryce with leadership until his return and invited his best friend, who also served as one of his men, to accompany him to the royal city, despite his young age of only 17.
Victory and his young friend embarked on a determined ride toward the royal city. The wind whipped through their hair as their horses galloped across the vast countryside, the rhythmic sound of hooves echoing in their ears. Along the way, Victory couldn't help but reflect on the letter from his brother, Lender, reminding him of his father's impending fate.
Do hear the river he asked his friend who's name was lomer do you hear it in the distance.
"Yes, I do," Lomer replied, leaning closer to Victory as they rode side by side. "The sound of rushing water seems to be growing louder. It must be a nearby river."
Victory laughed we go over the river he said, have you not been to Royal city before.
I have only once though, like most boys my age. He sighed. Victory how old are you.
I am 21 he replied.
What shouted Lomer halting his horse, you are truly 21.
Yes replied Victory
But you appear older than you truly are. Smarter, stronger. I don't its just I never thought you to be 21.
Victory chuckled at his friend's astonishment. "Appearances can be deceiving, my friend," he said with a wry smile. "Life has a way of shaping us differently. The experiences I've had and the responsibilities I've shouldered have aged me beyond my years, both in body and in mind."
Lomer stared at him for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. "I suppose that makes sense," he finally admitted. "You've always been wise beyond your age, after all."
Victory nodded, appreciating the compliment. "Thank you, Lomer. But let's not dwell on age too much. We have a task at hand, and every moment wasted brings us closer to losing the opportunity to see my father one last time."
With renewed determination, Victory and Lomer continued their ride towards the royal city. The sound of the rushing river accompanied them, acting as a constant reminder of the passage of time and the urgency of their journey.
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"Here, Lord Victory," said one of the archers as he handed him a letter.
Victory grabbed it and shouted, "Quiet! Do not call me Lord anymore."
Then, he began to open it slowly. Victory served as the Gate Lord, commanding 50 men under him. He had grown to despise the title of lord ever since that fateful fight where two unruly men threw him over the wall, leaving him with grave injuries that nearly claimed his life. From that day on, his men began to address him as Lord.
As he read the letter, Victory realized it was signed by his brother, Lender. Without hesitation, he made a decision. Determined, Victory sought an audience with Prince Radamier, the ruler of the city, to request a few days' leave.
Upon meeting Prince Radamier, a sense of relief washed over Victory as the prince willingly granted him the leave he desired. Radamier, well aware of Victory's dedication and loyalty, reassured him that he could take the time he needed. In a playful manner, the prince added, "Just make sure not to disappear forever!"
A chuckle escaped Victory's lips at the prince's humor. "Rest assured, my lord," Victory responded with a nod, "I will return before you realize I'm gone, ready to embrace the title of Lord once more."
Curiosity filled Radamier's face as he inquired, "So, you truly dislike being called Lord then?"
Victory shrugged. "I'm uncertain. Though I believe this might be of use to you," he said, handing Radamier the letter.
Taking the letter, Radamier quickly skimmed through its contents. Confusion furrowed his brow as he spoke, "Lender wants to inform you that your father, General Honder, is dying. I had heard rumors of his declining health, but now I understand your destination."
As Victory left the audience with Prince Radamier, he headed towards the gate to give his men some orders. He entrusted Bryce with leadership until his return and invited his best friend, who also served as one of his men, to accompany him to the royal city, despite his young age of only 17. Victory and his young friend embarked on a determined ride toward the royal city. The wind whipped through their hair as their horses galloped across the vast countryside, the rhythmic sound of hooves echoing in their ears. Along the way, Victory couldn't help but reflect on the letter from his brother, Lender, reminding him of his father's impending fate.
"Do you hear the river?" he asked his friend, whose name was Lomer. "Do you hear it in the distance?"
"Yes, I do," Lomer replied, leaning closer to Victory as they rode side by side. "The sound of rushing water seems to be growing louder. It must be a nearby river."
Victory laughed. "We'll go over the river," he said, "Have you not been to the royal city before?"
"I have only been once, like most boys my age," Lomer sighed. "Victory, how old are you?"
"I am 21," he replied.
"What?" shouted Lomer, halting his horse. "You are truly 21?"
"Yes," replied Victory.
"But you appear older than you truly are. Smarter, stronger. I don't know, it's just that I never thought you to be 21."
Victory chuckled at his friend's astonishment. "Appearances can be deceiving, my friend," he said with a wry smile. "Life has a way of shaping us differently. The experiences I've had and the responsibilities I've shouldered have aged me beyond my years, both in body and in mind."
Lomer stared at him for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. "I suppose that makes sense," he finally admitted. "You've always been wise beyond your age, after all."
Victory nodded, appreciating the compliment. "Thank you, Lomer. But let's not dwell on age too much. We have a task at hand, and every moment wasted brings us closer to losing the opportunity to see my father one last time."
With renewed determination, Victory and Lomer continued their ride towards the royal city. The sound of the rushing river accompanied them, acting as a constant reminder of the passage of time and the urgency of their journey.
"Here, Lord Victory," said one of the archers as he handed him a letter.
Victory grabbed it and shouted, "Quiet! Do not call me Lord anymore."
Then, he began to open it slowly. Victory served as the Gate Lord, commanding 50 men under him. He had grown to despise the title of lord ever since that fateful fight where two unruly men threw him over the wall, leaving him with grave injuries that nearly claimed his life. From that day on, his men began to address him as Lord.
As he read the letter, Victory realized it was signed by his brother, Lender. Without hesitation, he made a decision. Determined, Victory sought an audience with Prince Radamier, the ruler of the city, to request a few days' leave.
Upon meeting Prince Radamier, a sense of relief washed over Victory as the prince willingly granted him the leave he desired. Radamier, well aware of Victory's dedication and loyalty, reassured him that he could take the time he needed. In a playful manner, the prince added, "Just make sure not to disappear forever!"
A chuckle escaped Victory's lips at the prince's humor. "Rest assured, my lord," Victory responded with a nod, "I will return before you realize I'm gone, ready to embrace the title of Lord once more."
Curiosity filled Radamier's face as he inquired, "So, you truly dislike being called Lord then?"
Victory shrugged. "I'm uncertain. Though I believe this might be of use to you," he said, handing Radamier the letter.
Taking the letter, Radamier quickly skimmed through its contents. Confusion furrowed his brow as he spoke, "Lender wants to inform you that your father, General Honder, is dying. I had heard rumors of his declining health, but now I understand your destination."
As Victory left the audience with Prince Radamier, he headed towards the gate to give his men some orders. He entrusted Bryce with leadership until his return and invited his best friend, who also served as one of his men, to accompany him to the royal city, despite his young age of only 17. Victory and his young friend embarked on a determined ride toward the royal city. The wind whipped through their hair as their horses galloped across the vast countryside, the rhythmic sound of hooves echoing in their ears. Along the way, Victory couldn't help but reflect on the letter from his brother, Lender, reminding him of his father's impending fate.
"Do you hear the river?" he asked his friend, whose name was Lomer. "Do you hear it in the distance?"
"Yes, I do," Lomer replied, leaning closer to Victory as they rode side by side. "The sound of rushing water seems to be growing louder. It must be a nearby river."
Victory laughed. "We'll go over the river," he said, "Have you not been to the royal city before?"
"I have only been once, like most boys my age," Lomer sighed. "Victory, how old are you?"
"I am 21," he replied.
"What?" shouted Lomer, halting his horse. "You are truly 21?"
"Yes," replied Victory.
"But you appear older than you truly are. Smarter, stronger. I don't know, it's just that I never thought you to be 21."
Victory chuckled at his friend's astonishment. "Appearances can be deceiving, my friend," he said with a wry smile. "Life has a way of shaping us differently. The experiences I've had and the responsibilities I've shouldered have aged me beyond my years, both in body and in mind."
Lomer stared at him for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. "I suppose that makes sense," he finally admitted. "You've always been wise beyond your age, after all."
Victory nodded, appreciating the compliment. "Thank you, Lomer. But let's not dwell on age too much. We have a task at hand, and every moment wasted brings us closer to losing the opportunity to see my father one last time."
With renewed determination, Victory and Lomer continued their ride towards the royal city. The sound of the rushing river accompanied them, acting as a constant reminder of the passage of time and the urgency of their journey.
"Here, Lord Victory," said one of the archers as he handed him a letter.
Victory grabbed it and shouted, "Quiet! Do not call me Lord anymore."
Then, he began to open it slowly. Victory served as the Gate Lord, commanding 50 men under him. He had grown to despise the title of Lord ever since that fateful fight where two unruly men threw him over the wall, leaving him with grave injuries that nearly claimed his life. From that day on, his men began to address him as Victory.
As he read the letter, Victory realized it was signed by his brother, Lender. Without hesitation, he made a decision. Determined, Victory sought an audience with Prince Radamier, the ruler of the city, to request a few days' leave.
Upon meeting Prince Radamier, a sense of relief washed over Victory as the prince willingly granted him the leave he desired. Radamier, well aware of Victory's dedication and loyalty, reassured him that he could take the time he needed. In a playful manner, the prince added, "Just make sure not to disappear forever!"
A chuckle escaped Victory's lips at the prince's humor. "Rest assured," Victory responded with a nod, "I will return before you realize I'm gone, ready to embrace the name Victory once more."
Curiosity filled Radamier's face as he inquired, "So, you truly dislike being called Lord then?"
Victory shrugged. "I'm uncertain. Though I believe this might be of use to you," he said, handing Radamier the letter.
Taking the letter, Radamier quickly skimmed through its contents. Confusion furrowed his brow as