Rolavin

Long ago, there was a legendary man. He fought countless men to the death until he was labelled the strongest in the world. Years later, the man was on his deathbed, surrounded by disciples and he said to them, "One of you, continue my legacy and become the strongest". And so, bad times began. The disciples were loose lipped and spread the word and so, many began pursuing a life similar to the man in hopes of becoming the strongest. About 200 years later, our 'hero' is born. He too wishes to become the strongest just like the others. This story follows his journey to becoming the strongest.

The Legendary Man

"They want a helmet like the warden's in the jailhouse and a sword too so they can play Knight" he responded walking closer.


"I'll get it, give me about 3 days". He nodded in response before clapping his hands. Another slave opened the door and led us out. Then the realisation set in. The warden, being the high ranking official he was, presumably spent more time at work which would make the chances of me catching him alone slimmer. However I also remembered how the warden had said he'd catch me. That meant that we were both looking for eachother.


We left the Man's mansion and Adae asked, "How do you plan to beat the warden?".


"I'll lure him out but I need you as part of my plan"


"I need you to submit a report, tell the authorities you've found me and direct them to an address but I of course will not be there and instead I will ambush them since they'll most likely raid at night thinking I'm fast asleep" I responded grinning at my own brilliant plan. Considering how weak the other guards were at the prison it should not have been that hard to kill them and the warden could not he that much stronger.


"Any empty house, it would be better if it was broken down" I responded, "We'll find one today then advance with the plan tommorow". She nodded and so we began looking.


We searched nearer to the poorer areas as it was were there was the least officials and it would make most sense for a criminal to hide there. Their slums however weren't as bad as I'd thought they'd be. It looked rather normal but compared to the other places it was nothing but dirt. This country was one of great beauty but ugly people, save that slave and the other woman. Eventually, we found an old boarded up house which was most likely empty. I rammed into it and on the third try it broke open. It was empty as I presumed and I lit a candle in order to see. 


"I'll submit a report tommorow morning at the jailhouse, it's a bit far so I'll be going now" said Adae placing up the broken door back. Once again I was left to wait
