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  Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Please be advised that this story contains mature themes such as violence and strong language that are not suitable for very young audiences. Read at your own risk.

  This story is not edited. It may contain some typographical and grammatical errors in English language. Please bear with me. I’ll get back to this after I finish the whole story.

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  Coldness and warmth combined. It was midday and the skies were cloudy but little rays of sunlight passed through. The sound of the birds chirping blended harmoniously to the melody of the dancing leaves in the trees around Frostwood village.

  Arth would miss this place. He was sitting on the wooden bench in front of the garden filled with heather and cyclamen flowers. The green grass everywhere was lightly covered by snow. He was taking his last glance at the beauty of the colorful field before he will take his leave from the village tomorrow. He closed his eyes and inhaled the aromatic scent of the environment. It was peaceful. The village was peaceful.

  After a few moments, he stood up and took the log of woods beside him. He carried them and walked on the stone road with little snow. He passed in front of multiple wooden houses and went straight towards the chief’s den. It was a huge and elegant tent that was secured and patrolled by a couple of guards.

  Arth nodded at the two guards standing on both sides of the entrance. The guards nodded back at him in response.

  The den has a large space inside. The floor was made of stone and there was a brown carpet that was laid on the floor at the right side together with the round table and some chairs. The wooden bookshelves and cabinets were all placed on both opposite sides of the tent. At the center was the chief’s desk.

  Arth walked inside the den and saw the chief writing something on the documents on his desk. He was a bit old-looking because of the small wrinkles on his face but his dark and muscular body boldly shows his activeness. He had his reading glasses on while reading a document on his desk.

  After noticing Arth’s presence, the chief raised his head to look at him. He took his glasses off and blinked twice before rubbing his eyes.

  “You got everything you need for tomorrow?” the chief asked in a dark voice.

  Arth nodded. He placed the logs of woods on the side of the wooden cabinet and then sat on the chair in front of the chief’s desk.

  “Robert will meet you there in Casterfall after your competition. Do your best to win so that they will let you join on their guild,” the chief gave Arth a supporting smile.

  “Of course, chief. I won’t let my years of training here with you go to waste. I’ve worked hard for this and I’ll make sure I will win,” Arth replied.

  Arth has to win the competition. It was his one and only shot to join Robert’s guild. He heard from the chief that the unique members of their guild were strong and talented warriors.

  “Just be careful, Arth. Outside of this village is full of corruption and evil. Everything out there is the complete opposite of what’s in this harmonious village,” the chief warned him. “You will encounter strong opponents and enemies on your way. That’s why you shouldn’t be alone on your journey. Join Robert’s guild. They’ll take you in for sure.”

  Arth’s eyebrows suddenly furrowed. “What makes you so sure?”

  “You have something within you, Arth. And you should discover that by yourself on your journey,” the chief narrowed his eyes towards him.

  Arth looked at the chief getting more curious but the chief already pursed his lips, preventing himself to speak more. Arth sighed and just nodded.

  “I have to finish packing up,” he said as he stood up. The chief nodded and returned to his work on the desk.

  Arth went out of the den and walked towards the two-story house next to the big tent. He stepped inside and went upstairs. His room was a small space. It was now clean and in order because he already packed his things, which made his room a lot messier before. He sat on his soft white bed and it made a creaky sound. He scratched his black hair trying to remember if he forgot something else. He looked around and saw his sword hanging at the back of the door.

  Arth stood up and picked his heavy sword. He held the hilt of the sword and pulled it from the scabbard. He glanced at its sharp and strong blade.

  “I’m eighteen now, Blackwinter,” he said. “Our journey will finally begin tomorrow.”

  He looked at it for a few seconds and then returned it back to its sheath. He placed it beside his bag. He took his journal from the drawer and opened it. At the front page, it was written:

  ‘My Journey in Becoming a Divine Knight’

  At the next page were list of the goals he wanted to achieve. It includes winning the competition in Casterfall, joining Robert’s guild, and so much more.

  My first step towards my goals will start tomorrow. Arth thought. He closed the journal and placed it on his bag.

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