'A young boy of about 16 years stepped into the dimly litted arena. Armed with a wooden spear, he proceeded to the center where a huge, menacing figure was waiting. With no hint of any fear, the boy shouted,"Reveal yourself!" As the figure moved into the light, the boy realised it was the mighty Abel, one of the top 10 warriors the lands of Arezon had ever known. He shuddered a little.
"Vahn.... Others call you the Lancer because of your skilful employment of the spear. Is that right?"The boy nodded."Not many did manage to reach this far. I must say i am quite impressed when you defeated Captain Lynx to win the gold at the Warriors' Meet. For someone your age, it is indeed remarkable."
"And now you stand before me, seeking to be the youngest general ever. Aren't you being too cocky!" Abel suddenly swiped his sabre forward, the edge dangerously close to Vahn's exposed neck. "or do you think this a playground?" All this while the boy stood motionless, not even a slight twitch. In fact, the boy's eyes burned with such determination that Abel felt a little uneasy.
"I see you have made your choice....little one. Defeat me or face my wrath!"Abel roared, brandishing his Yellow Sabre. The two charged..........' (to be continued)