SWISH. CLANG! Luxith sent a flurry of attacks at his master, but alas, not even one could hit its target. His master, Elias Lichtregen, was a master swordsman from the eastern country of Portabello, the land of Fungi. He was six foot seven, and had long, white hair, that contrasted to his scarred, and muscular, ebony body.
He wore armor with the crest of the house of Foxreytt emblazoned on the chestplate. Luxith, on the other hand, was five foot eleven, and had medium length black hair, and a skinny, albeit toned, pale body. He donned his royal crown, as he was the prince of Enternis. Luxith prefers the frontlines over the slow royal, prince-ly duties anyday.
"You are improving. That much is for certain. But is it enough to defeat the tyrant?" Elias asked, in such a forceful manner. "No. But father, the king, is meeting with me today to discuss my leaving day." Luxith's brow furrowed Why does father want me to leave soon? I have no skills, or a real plan. A messanger came outside for luxith. "Luxith! Your father is summoning you to the main hall. Much haste!"
As Luxith made it to the great hall, his father, the king, stood in wait. He had long brown hair, to cover his eyes and mouth, and he was a bit on the pudgy side as well. He had pale skin, in perfect contrast to the dark stones that built the room.
The main hall was a long and wide room, made completely of dark stones, with a large ebony table spreading across the large floor. There was a huge red tablecloth strewn across, that matched the red carpet on the floor.
"Come on, come o- "COUGH, COUGH "Sorry my son, come, sit, sit." The king said, "I have decided when you shall leave. You shall leave tommorow, and you shall take Elias with you. He already knows of the plan." Luxith gasped. "But, but father! I am no where near ready!" "Thats why you shall gather a team worthy of defeating the tyrant during your journey. You shall make great allies on the trip." "Well father… i dont love it but im sure you made the best plan for me." Luxith said, head drooping down low. The king finished , and dismissed luxith to his quarters.
Luxith began to pack his gear. Clothes, and armor, for protection on many cases, and so he isnt stark naked on the trip. Hygenic equipment, and a bar of soap. And finially, his sword: the "Breaking Dawn." The breaking dawn was an ancient swordsman's sword, capable of channeling the sun's magic into it, from back when Kreosorea was a magical land.
He also packed a magic spellbook. He wanted to awaken his magical capabilities, and this may be the key. As he finished packing and moved his bags, Luxith layed down on his matress. "Maybe i will find love on this journey, or maybe all that awaits is a pointless death."
Luxith drifted off into a nightmare filled sleep.