The hour awaits.
The entire kingdom is happily celebrating, their prince's birthday; all drenched in joy. Not knowing what the celebration truly is for;
either it is a lavish gift by Leo to his people before they witness their brutal demise;
or it's the beginning of the biggest celebration ever know to mankind, The festival of the Victor,
the day good claims victory over the evil.
The day of the Doom.
No one's ready, no one knows.
But they all know there's gonna be an epic showdown for ENTERTAINMENT, atleast that's what they think it is.
Leo Jewel, the prince of Dion; is going to battle someone.
'And he's gonna win.' These words keep echoing even in the slightest breeze of air, along with every breath every individual on that land inhales.
People start gathering around the shore, and the four storey structure constructed surrounding the shore by Leo, as a viewing gallery for the people two kilometers aways from the shore; fills up within twelve minutes. Not only the people of Dion, but also the people from the neighboring kingdoms have come to see the epic event. Even though the infrastructure was enough to seat a huge three lakhs audience, it was still overloading. So much so that it wouldn't be a surprise if twenty percent of the audience died of a stampede.
Once the crowd is settled Leo walks up to the shore and stands at the distance where the people can only assume the human far away who looks like an ant from the structure is Leo.
He looking at the black soil prepares himself.
He turns towards the audience,
'People, the family of all, the kingdom of Dion, and also those who travelled far to witness this event I welcome you.'
The crowd bursts into cheers and claps.
Leo adjusts his armour as the armour fills with the sweat of an almost about to drop body of Leo.
The mental pressure of the scale of whats going to happen and the sense of responsibility he feels shouldered upon him was far greater than of any situation Leo has been in and straight up cruel towards the prince; because he never was prepared for such devastation to be blamed onto his head if failed.
While a chaotic audience was waiting for their prince to win; Leo stood there in silence just calculating all the possible outcomes of the coming hour, of which he reached conclusion for none. Leo turned around towards the door of terror, atleast what the view was going to become, but at present just vast ocean. He didnt have much of a choice, because in Hamitra's words he was the chosen one. Leo took his stance, which was not so stance like because his body denied him movements; and hence what looked like a stance in Leo's head, viewed from a human perspective looked like, his hands just moved but just for the sake of moving.
'He's getting ready', said the crowd excitedly.
But little did the crowd know it was his 'Ready'.
He stood there like that for thirty six minutes. The crowd kept praising the prince for the glorious act of standing he was doing, which symbolized the sheer level of dedication amd concentration, and somehow also a feat of strength; all in the words of the audience. Eighteen more minutes passed by, this time the audience grew a bit impatient, but the spirit still intact.
A little breeze hit the shores, and the face of an almost fainted prince. Leo opens his eyes to a white-washed view. He looks around till his vision clears up.
'Was I dreaming?!?', he asks to himself in a very, restless tint of worry and also a lot of relaxed if true, kind of tone.
He looks up only to see his dream girl waiting there. He runs towards her and mid way through he remembers, that this is not exactly the best time to be asleep.
'Wake up, Wake up!!!!!!'
Leo wakes up with a deep breath and his whole body moves, adding fuel to the spirits of the audience. He cracks his neck and back and gets into his own shoes and takes his stance. And this time the stance looks like Leo. He gracefully moves as he performs his pre-fight stance routine, or as some may call it 'show off'; the audience especially women couldn't resist, but scream till their voiceboxes sounded manlier than the men themselves.
Leo stands his stance, flexing his muscles so hard; that the armour carved out of, god knows how many kinds of materials and shaped perfectly enough to act as a mold for a statue of an unrealistic god like physique; serves as a peice of cloth, flexible as linen which looked like just slided up on to his body and turned into that structure. His body was so muscular, that if he had kept flexing for a few more hours, the armour couldn't help but also add the definition of the veins popping out, due to internal pressure.
Leo took a deep breath, holding his stance tight.
Facing the wide ocean. The prince was confident, but not enough that he was convinced that he could fulfill Hamitra's prophecy, but enough that he knew that he could throw a few fists before going down.
A total of seventy three minutes passed by and the audience couldn't wait any longer. Leo was confused but also happy; because the constant thought in his head was what if Hamitra's prophecy was wrong. But he still waited. Taking slow but synced breathes. A bit more mentally strong Leo was at the shore by that time.
A total of Eighty minutes passed by.
Hamitra sitting besides the king closes his eyes and and says to himself;
'Here she comes.'
Leo and all the people feel a shiver coming from beneath. Leo can feel a strong presence. And the ocean divides into two while she emerges. A lot bigger creature than what Hamitra had described, the prince still doesnt move a muscle as he is busy analyzing his own sense.
'I have fought countless humans and even the most fierce ones, but still had never experienced such hunger for destruction.'
Leo continues;
'And even creatures mankind will never believe truly exist but this... is madness.'
'But however it may seem, she is not evil.'