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"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.
As they approached the royal city, the could hear the loud noises of the river of people going both in and out. The city's grand walls loomed before them, standing as a symbol of power and majesty. Victory felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as they entered the gates.
The streets of the city were bustling with activity, merchants selling their wares, peasants going about their daily tasks, and soldiers patrolling the area. Victory and Lomer made their way through the crowd, drawing curious glances from the residents.
Finally, they reached the palace, an opulent structure adorned with gold and jewels. The guards at the entrance did not recognize Victory, and his young companion as an archer from this city.
Orders from king Fadamier, no one knight, archer, or servant is a loud in with out his paper stating him so. Spoke a dark haired man, with a full bearded.
Victory Laughed as he swung down from his horse. That sounds memorized he replied.
Lomer joined in on the laughter, relieved to see Victory's lightheartedness despite the seriousness of their mission. "Well, it's a good thing we have our papers then," he said, patting his satchel where the documents were safely kept.
As they walked towards the guards, Victory handed over his paper confidently. The guard scrutinized it, comparing the details with Victory's appearance. After a moment, he nodded and allowed them to pass.
Once inside the palace, Victory and Lomer marveled at its grandeur. Intricate tapestries adorned the walls, and the halls echoed with whispers of power. They navigated through the corridors, following the directions given to them by the guard, until they reached the chamber where the king resided.
Taking a deep breath, Victory pushed open the door and entered the room. King Fadamier, an old man with tired eyes, sat on his throne, surrounded by advisors and courtiers. His voice boomed through the hall as he addressed the matters of the kingdom.
"Your Majesty," Victory spoke with respect, bowing before the king. "I am Victory, son of Sir Roderick, your loyal knight. I come with urgent news and a humble request."
The king's gaze shifted towards Victory, studying him intently. "Speak then, Victory. What brings you here and what is this request of yours?"
With conviction, Victory recounted the story of his father's deteriorating health and his final wish to see the king before his time was up. He pleaded for the king's permission to grant his father this last farewell.
King Fadamier's expression softened as he listened, considering the young man's words. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and compassion.
"Very well, Victory. I understand the importance of family, and I cannot deny a loyal knight his dying wish. You have my permission to bring Sir Roderick to me, so he may bid his farewell."
Tears of gratitude welled up in Victory's eyes as he expressed his deepest thanks to the king. With the weight of the task lifted from their shoulders, Victory and Lomer left the palace, their spirits lifted and their determination renewed.
As they rode back towards Victory's father's estate, the setting sun cast a golden glow over the countryside. Victory couldn't help but feel a sense of hope - hope that his father's final moments would be filled with peace and closure, and hope that their journey had not been in vain.
But little did they know, their journey was far from over, and the challenges that lie ahead would test their courage and loyalty in ways they never expected.
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.
As they approached the royal city, the could hear the loud noises of the river of people going both in and out. The city's grand walls loomed before them, standing as a symbol of power and majesty. Victory felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as they entered the gates.
The streets of the city were bustling with activity, merchants selling their wares, peasants going about their daily tasks, and soldiers patrolling the area. Victory and Lomer made their way through the crowd, drawing curious glances from the residents.
Finally, they reached the palace, an opulent structure adorned with gold and jewels. The guards at the entrance did not recognize Victory, and his young companion as an archer from this city.
Orders from king Fadamier, no one knight, archer, or servant is a loud in with out his paper stating him so. Spoke a dark haired man, with a full bearded.
Victory Laughed as he swung down from his horse. That sounds memorized he replied. Well he he said handing him a paper.
The man took the paper, and nodded towards Lomer. Lomer reached in to his satchel and took out a paper as well.
The guard inspected the papers carefully, verifying their authenticity. Satisfied with what he saw, he stepped aside, allowing Victory and Lomer to enter the palace grounds.
As they walked through the palace corridors, Victory couldn't help but be in awe of the opulence that surrounded him. Intricate tapestries, chandeliers, and ornate decorations adorned every corner. The air was thick with a mix of anticipation and tension.
They finally reached the chamber where King Fadamier held court. The doors swung open, and Victory entered with Lomer at his side. The king sat on his throne, his gaze piercing yet weary.
"Your Majesty," Victory spoke, bowing respectfully. "I am Victory, son of Sir Roderick, a loyal knight of your kingdom. I bear urgent news and a humble request."
The king's eyes focused on Victory, his brows furrowing in curiosity. "Speak, Victory. What brings you here and what do you seek of me?"
With conviction, Victory relayed the story of his father's failing health and his final wish to see the king one last time. He explained the importance of honoring a loyal knight's request and asked for permission to bring Sir Roderick to the palace.
The room fell silent, the weight of the king's decision palpable. After a moment of contemplation, King Fadamier nodded solemnly. "I understand the significance of family and loyalty. Bring your father to me, so he may bid his farewell."
Joy and gratitude overwhelmed Victory's heart, and he bowed deeply in appreciation. "Thank you, Your Majesty. Your kindness and understanding mean the world to my family and me."
With their request granted, Victory and Lomer left the palace, their spirits uplifted. The journey ahead seemed less daunting now, knowing that they had the king's support. But little did they know, the challenges that awaited them would test their bravery and devotion to an even greater extent.
As the sun began to set on the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, Victory and Lomer pressed on, their determination burning brighter than ever. They knew that time was of the essence, and they couldn't afford to waste a single moment as they raced against it, hoping to fulfill Sir Roderick's final wish and provide him with the closure he longed for.
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.
As they approached the royal city, the could hear the loud noises of the river of people going both in and out the city gates. The city's grand walls loomed before them, standing as a symbol of power and majesty. Victory felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as they entered the gates.
The streets of the city were bustling with activity, merchants selling their wares, peasants going about their daily tasks, and soldiers patrolling the area. Victory and Lomer made their way through the crowd, drawing curious glances from the residents.
Finally, they reached the palace, an opulent structure adorned with gold and jewels. The guards at the entrance did not recognize Victory, and his young companion as an archer from this city.
Orders from king Fadamier, no one knight, archer, or servant is a loud in with out his paper stating him so. Spoke a dark haired man, with a full bearded.
Victory Laughed as he swung down from his horse. That sounds memorized he replied. Well he he said handing him a paper.
The man took the paper, and nodded towards Lomer. Lomer reached in to his satchel and took out a paper as well.
The guard inspected the papers carefully, verifying their authenticity. Ah so you are the youngest son of General Hondo, Victory well I now know your reason for coming here.
Victory nodded, relieved that their true identities had been recognized. "Yes, that is correct," he replied respectfully. "My father, General Hondo, has fallen gravely ill, and his dying wish is to see King Fadamier one last time."
The guard's expression softened, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I see. Your father is a highly respected figure, known for his loyalty and valor. You have my condolences for his current state. Please, follow me," he said, gesturing for them to enter.
As Victory and Lomer stepped inside the palace, they were greeted by the grandeur and elegance that befitted a royal court. Intricate tapestries adorned the walls, and the air was filled with a mix of anticipation and respectful hush.
They were guided through the palace corridors until they reached the grand chamber where the king resided. Victory's heart raced with a mix of nervousness and hope as he prepared himself to face the monarch.
Inside, King Fadamier sat on his throne, surrounded by his advisors and courtiers. His keen eyes met Victory's gaze, assessing him intently. "Ah, Victory, son of General Hondo," the king spoke with a tone that commanded attention. "I have heard of your arrival. Your father is a man of great honor and service to this kingdom. What brings you to my court?"
With a slight bow, Victory addressed the king. "Your Majesty, I come on behalf of my father, who is gravely ill. He wishes to see you one last time and bid farewell."
The king's expression softened, and a sense of empathy shone in his eyes. "I am sorry to hear about your father's condition. It would be my honor to grant his final wish. Lead the way."
Victory's heart swelled with gratitude as he led King Fadamier and his entourage towards his father's estate. The weight of responsibility and urgency continued to drive them forward, knowing that time was of the essence.
As the noble group traveled, they weaved through the bustling city and the countryside, filled with scenic landscapes that marked the passage of their journey. The sound of their horses' hooves echoed in sync with their beating hearts as they drew closer to their destination.
Victory's thoughts were consumed by a mixture of anxiety and hope. He prayed that they would reach his father in time, that he would have the opportunity to fulfill his final duty as a son.
Unknown to them, the path ahead would not be without further challenges and obstacles. But with the king's support and their unwavering determination, Victory and Lomer pushed forward, their faith in love and loyalty guiding them towards a bittersweet reunion that would forever shape their lives.
Finally, they reached the palace, an opulent structure adorned with gold and jewels. The guards at the entrance did not recognize Victory, and his young companion as an archer from this city.
Orders from king Fadamier, no one knight, archer, or servant is a loud in with out his paper stating him so. Spoke a dark haired man, with a full bearded.
Victory Laughed as he swung down from his horse. That sounds memorized he replied. Well he he said handing him a paper.
The man took the paper, and nodded towards Lomer. Lomer reached in to his satchel and took out a paper as well.
The guard inspected the papers carefully, verifying their authenticity. Ah so you are the youngest son of General Hondo, Victory well I now know your reason for coming here.
Victory nodded, relieved that their true identities had been recognized. "Yes, that is correct," he replied respectfully. "My father, General Hondo, my brother Lender wrote me telling me Hondo is dying.
Yes, yes that is true, but first the two of you need to follow me replied the dark haired man.
Victory, and Lomer looked at each other and followed him.
The man led Victory and Lomer through the intricate halls of the palace. They passed by elegant tapestries that depicted scenes of heroic battles and noble victories. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation as they walked towards their destination.
Finally, they arrived at a grand chamber where King Fadamier held court. The room was adorned with intricate designs and magnificent chandeliers. Advisors and courtiers stood in attendance, awaiting the king's commands.
King Fadamier, a regal figure with a crown adorning his head, looked up as Victory and Lomer entered the chamber. "Ah, Victory and Lomer," he spoke with a tone of authority. "I have been informed of your purpose here. General Hondo has served this kingdom with great honor, and I am saddened to hear of his condition."
Victory and Lomer bowed respectfully before the king. "Your Majesty, we are deeply grateful for your understanding and compassion. We seek permission to see General Hondo, so that he may bid his final farewell to you."
The king's gaze softened, and a sense of solemnity filled the room. "I understand the importance of granting a dying man his final wish," he replied. "You have my permission to visit General Hondo. May you find comfort in this farewell."
Relieved, Victory and Lomer expressed their heartfelt gratitude to the king. With a renewed sense of purpose, they were guided to General Hondo's chamber by a servant of the palace.
As they entered the chamber, a bittersweet sight met their eyes. General Hondo, weakened by his ailment, lay upon a bed surrounded by loved ones. His face lit up with joy and emotion as Victory and Lomer approached.
"Victory, my son," General Hondo rasped, his voice filled with love. "I am grateful that you and Lomer have arrived. It warms my heart to see you both."
Tears welled up in Victory's eyes as he held his father's hand. "Father, we are here to honor your wish, to give you the chance to bid farewell to King Fadamier."
General Hondo nodded weakly, his eyes expressing gratitude. Lomer stood by their side, offering support and silent strength.
Together, they shared words of love and memories, cherishing the time they had left. As General Hondo's condition deteriorated, his strength faded, and he closed his eyes peacefully, knowing that his final wish had been fulfilled.
Victory and Lomer remained by their father's side, grieving and finding solace in each other's presence. The weight of loss hung heavy in the air, but they drew strength from the love and bond they shared, promising to honor General Hondo's legacy.
As they left the chamber, they were comforted knowing that they had fulfilled their duty as sons and loyal servants. The journey back to the royal city seemed quieter, filled with reflection and a newfound understanding of the fragility of life.
Together, Victory and Lomer embarked on the path ahead, carrying with them the memories and lessons imparted by their father. They would face new challenges with resilience and determination, forever guided by the legacy of General Hondo and the love that bound their brotherly bond.
Finally, they reached the palace, an opulent structure adorned with gold and jewels. The guards at the entrance did not recognize Victory, and his young companion as an archer from this city.
Orders from king Fadamier, no one knight, archer, or servant is a loud in with out his paper stating him so. Spoke a dark haired man, with a full bearded.
Victory Laughed as he swung down from his horse. That sounds memorized he replied. Well he he said handing him a paper.
The man took the paper, and nodded towards Lomer. Lomer reached in to his satchel and took out a paper as well.
The guard inspected the papers carefully, verifying their authenticity. Ah so you are the youngest son of General Hondo, Victory well I now know your reason for coming here.
Victory nodded, relieved that their true identities had been recognized. "Yes, that is correct," he replied respectfully. "My father, General Hondo, my brother Lender wrote me telling me Hondo is dying.
Yes, yes that is true, but first the two of you need to follow me replied the dark haired man.
Victory, and Lomer looked at each other and followed him.
They followed him under the gate way, and the made a sudden right hand turn, and followed him up some steps built in to the side of the palace wall.
Victory suddenly know where they where going, as they reached the top the man shouted Victor, Victor, someone of great importance to you is here.