There are those with a heavy burden...

...and those whom are damned.

[align=center]And those who are victim to both...

And in a kingdom where so few are subject to these atrocities...

It is a drastic horror when they all befall the land, and only a small few are left to protect the honor, wisdom, and freedom that the people once stood for..

We meet them now, to follow them in their quest.

 

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This is a 1x1 RP, and only DemyxLovesCookies and myself are allowed to post. Feel free to follow, but dont post. Or there shall be consequences.

This is a 1x1 RP, and only DemyxLovesCookies and myself are allowed to post. Feel free to follow, but dont post. Or there shall be consequences.

 

 

 

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[align=center][note, the first post is always first person. After that, it's in third. Kay? Just so you don't get confused.]

My feet scruffed against the dirt floor as I found my footing, grasping the gleaming sword tightly in my right hand. Staring down my opponent, I watched intently so I wouldn't fail to see a tell tale sign of attack.... A gap in my concentration could spell disaster...

My opponent raised his blade above his head and brought it down unto me, only to be deflected by my own in a high pitched clang of metal.

It was only by pure reflex that I was able to catch that... my concentration was far off. Mentally slapping myself to gain a better sense of control. Still on the defensive, I was yet again left waiting for my foe to attack. He finally flinched, switching his grasp on his sword so he could quickly swipe towards me in an otherwise unblockable attack.

Jumping backward as fast I could, he missed... but barely.

As he began to regain his stature, I saw my opening, and thrust the blade towards him in the hope my attack would connect. It didn't... He redirected my attack towards thin air with a quick parry. Having put my weight into the attack, I was thrown off balance and had to stab my blade into the ground for use as a handhold to prevent from falling.

I was to late to recover, and my enemy slashed my upper arm in a motion so swift that I could barely compute.

Feeling the blood trickle down my arm, I weakly took my blade from the groud, and turned to face him.

"Training is over, lets get that fixed up." he told me, putting an end to our sparring match.

With a groan of remorse in reaction to my defeat, I sheathed my sword, stopping to glance at the wound... It wasn't bad. Just a nick at the surface.

"I'll be better by tomorrow! And then, I'll win!" I told myself in a brief moment of confidence before I seeped back into a state of self hatred.

Would I ever make a good opponent for my mentor? Likely not...

Would I ever become a Knight, like I had dreamed to become since childhood? probably not.

I suppose I should consider myself lucky, even to be considered as a candidate for knighthood. Being handpicked by the King was an honor...

But to be handpicked, then fail, -which at the moment I seemed to be heading in that direction-, would be a great dishonor to both myself, and my mentor...

I refused to let that happen.

I would make my King and my Kingdom proud, that was a fact.

 

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DemDem

Name: Aaron

 

Personality: Incredibly loyal, obedient, humble, and has a sense of honor to both his elders and his Kingdom.

He's very shy around girls, to the point of cowardess.

If the situation arose, he would sacrifice his own life for someone else.

 

Appearance: Aaron has bright blue eyes, brown hair cut to his shoulder(Think of Tidus' hair), (in fact, lets just make Tidus the starting point of his appearance. I wont go into clothes because he changes his daily ;D/shot )

 

Biography: From the moment his hands were big enough to grasp a sword, Aaron has wanted to be a knight, it's his dream. Around the age of 12, he met a man named Avlar. Avlar was a Knight, an important one at that. Aaron told Avlar about his dream...

Avlar saw something in Aaron, something unique, and so, he recommended Aaron to the King. The King agreed, and Avlar took Aaron under his wing, teaching him the ways of a warrior.

 

Skills: None that he knows of yet. But his mentor predicts that he'll be able to do great things when he has the knowledge to do so.

 

Weaponry: A broadsword. The Hilt is golden, and a magic spell is written into the blade, what it means, he does not know.

 

 

Definitely needs some fine tuning, but it will pass for now.

((So....post....))

Aaron came out of his daze, and acknowledged the heavy broadsword in his hand. It was beautifully crafted, from the carefully grafted gold filigree in the hilt, to the delicate strokes that formed the writing on the blades length. The quote written translated to "Honor withholding.", a stern reminder to Aaron that he must always uphold his belief, his loyalty, and, his honor.

 

He lifted the blade, pausing to set his forehead against the broadside, reciting the Knight's code of honor before sheathing the heavy weapon.

He started towards the door, making his way towards the castle gates.

 

The kingdom was a grand place, from the tallest tower, to the lowest shanty, the King tried to provide for his people. But not all his men got the memo... for some of the knights, and some of those who enforced laws, were cruel. And sometimes Aaron would go into the palace outskirts and make sure such cruel acts were not being commited.

 

Thats when he saw somethign horrific... a shopkeeper, jamming his foot into a girls stomach...

Aaron gritted his teeth... running towards the man, and promptly pushing him over with a shoulder rush.

"What do you think you're doing to this girl, shopkeeper?" Aaron said, his voice firm, unsheathing the blade and pointing it towards the man.

"She's a thief!" the man roared.

"Thief or not, can you not see that this poor girl is malnourished? You should give her food as a gift...."

The man growled, shuffling to his feet and walking back towards his shop.

[align=center]Isolde moaned softly her head lolling to one side. The only thing she was aware of was the acute pain below her chest. Her ribs were broken, she could tell, but, at the moment, she didn't really give a damn.

 

The shopkeeper had finally stopped beating her. She couldn't even remember why she was being attacked in the first place, just that she had been really really hungry. Isolde could vaugely sense someone standing above her. He looked like a knight, but her vision was too blurry for her to tell.

 

"H-help..." [/align]

Aaron kneeled down, he wasn't sure whether he should pick her up and take her elsewhere, or if he should leave her lie, for the fear that he may hurt her worse when he moved her. He tried to keep her to stay awake... who knows what would happen if she fell asleep.

He made a decision, and gently picked her up, supporting her at the knees and shoulders, he made his way back to the castle. It was the only place he knew for sure he could get help for her...

[align=center]She felt herself relaxing, the pain slowly drifting away. Either that or she was just growing used to it, her body slowly becoming numb.

 

Isolde tried to open her eyes to see where she was going and, more importantly, just who had her. But they refused to move, instead staying solidly shut. She guessed that was sort of a good thing...she was tired...and really wanted...to sleep...[/align]

Aaron sat by her bed that night, staying up through all hours, hoping that she was going to be okay... whoever she was...

 

The light of dawn first broke through as Avlar stepped into the room.

"Aaron, have you been here all night long?" he asked.

"Yes, sir." Aaron replied in a quiet mutter, to tired to say much more.

"Well, why don't you go take a rest? I'll remain here to watch over her."

It take Aaron a few seconds to finally agree to it, and leave.

 

For whatever reason, he felt very connected to the girl... maybe it was because he saved her life... or maybe not. And he wanted to make sure she was there to answer that question.

 

In his private quarters, Aaron sat, huddled in the corner of his bed, worrying himself to the point where he was almost sick. But eventually, he managed to fall asleep...

[align=center]Isolde smiled as she ran up to her big brother.

 

"Eric, Eric! I'm so glad to see you!" she cried.

 

"I'm happy to see you too, sister," Eric patted her head and held her close, "But I can't stay much longer."

 

Her smile fell.

 

"W-why?" Isolde grabbed at him, tried to pull him back, but he continued to drift slowly away. "No...n-no, come back!" She towards him, only to have him almost completely fade away.

 

"Goodbye...Isolde..."

 

She sat up straight in her bed, sweat drenching her forehead.

 

Her ribs hurt more than ever, and she had a splitting headache, but, at this point, she could have cared less.

 

"Eric!" she screamed at the man standing by her bedside. She could tell her was not the one who rescued her, adding to her anxiety. "Get me Eric! Now! Make him come back! MAKE HIM COME BACK!"

 

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Avlar looked at the girl curiously... who was this "Eric"? Was she having delusions? Did she mistake Aaron for someone else?

"Girl, I assure you that I don't quite understand your meaning."

 

Aaron had woke just in time to hear the girl scream, and he shuffled to his feet so as he could rush to her bedside...

He burst into the room, where he found Avlar trying to calm her down.

"Aaron, see what you can do." said Avlar, as he stepped out.