My Lord

The doors to the room jolted open and a stampede of men piled through,

"MY LORD!!!"

The feet were followed by spears, all of which circled around Mahon's neck.

"What did you do to our lord, who are these bodies,"

"I-I."

"Put down your spears you fools, can't you see this man has saved our king?"

"Tend to the king, see that he is not injured."

Mahon just sat, his body wrapped in blood stained clothes, a broken sword lying by his legs.

"Captain, the King, his hair has changed, and his body is pale, like that of an el- uuh a… what was I going to say? What is an elf?"

"The King is more important than your stupidity, are you sure it's him?"

"Positive he has the crest on his back."

"Is he breathing?"

"I think so,"

"Then get this man a medal and take the king to a secure place."

The men scurried out, their steel armour glistening in the sunlight, the radiant swords filling the room with light.

Then the man who had been shouting orders walked over, his tall frame kneeling down to meet Mahon's gaze. His body oozed authority and intelligence, creating an intimidating field of inferiority around him.

"My name is Adora, I do not know why, or how, but you have saved our king from the kidnappers, so I would like to invite you into the most powerful army in the world, under our king we will protect the lands of Mesopotamia. Would you join us?"

Mahon, still stunned, crawled backwards, his body hitting corpses as he did, his hands pushing through blood.

"I do not know how to fight, I do not know who I am or why I am here."

"How can you say you cannot fight when you are standing on top of one hundred bodies? But no matter, do you at least have a name?"

"My name, I think… Mahon."

"Well, Mahon, your purpose… is one greater than any other. It is to protect your fellow man, and to use your strength… And your sword to fight, your path is one of a warrior, and its end is of the most glorious,"

The man drew his sword, the elegant patterns rippling across the dark blade, then twisted his hand, the sun's reflection glowing over the unique and ornate carvings etched into the hilt, a giant black stone placed at the end of the hilt, its handle wrapped in smooth light brown weather that twisted around the golden body, its carved and chiselled hilt wrapping into the huge jaws of a dragon, its teeth guiding through to the long double-edged blade.

"Yes, I will protect this world… I must."

The man shoved the sword into Mahon's hands, its beautiful cravings twisting into his hands.

"Take it then, I feel you will be a better warrior than I could ever be."