Chapter 2

“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to this year’s first Trinity Duel! This is a historic event where warriors of all different aspects come and have a go at bringing their gods glory like no other!” the announcer of the arena boomed.

“Got everything? Good.” Samuel made some last minute checks to Michael’s equipment at the entrance to the battle ring, “Remember to concentrate out there. You’ve only got one chance.”

“From the warriors of Sarodmin, comes the holy knights of Crimsonsun, the gladiators of Malor and the Conjurors of the sacred land of Henim!” the bomming voice of the announcer rang throught the speakers. As Michael and Samuel walked out into the ring, the crowd cheered with much joy and gusto. In a corner, there even were a few spectators who carried banners with words such as “Go Michael!” and “Kick their butts Michael!”

“Looks like you have some fans.” commented Samuel. But Michael’s attention had already been on the young man whose eyes glared with hatred and his armor that reminded him of the abyss.

“Still making new friends I see” said Samuel over his shoulder, “I heard his trainer is quite experienced in this sort of thing. I think his name was Bob. Not a bad name don’t you think?”

“Not as experienced as you I think.” Michael replied with a smile.

“Don’t flatter me. Now if you have been paying attention, you will be in the first round. Good Luck.” With that, Samuel left with the others leaving only Michael and somewhat half giant in the ring.

“Round 1: Michael vs. Triton” flashed on the screen at the sides of the arena. Immediately, Michael’s competitor took out a device from his belt and started pushing some buttons on it. Michael recognized it and reacted by taking out a seal of his own. One of solid gold with sliver wings embedded in the middle.

“Cybertron… Hammer!” hollered triton as he thrust the device back into his belt. Azure blue beams engulfed his body in a flash and then revealed a metal giant which looked as though he was from the future. The alloy that made his armor looked out of this world and the design looked science-fiction to most.

Michael immediately summoned a gauntlet of white and shouted, “Divine Gauntlet…Angel seal!” and placed the seal onto his gauntlet. A bright flash surrounded him and then revealed an angel whose armor shone like the sun as if it was blessed from god. His sliver wings spread out in glory letting out an array of lights.

“Let’s see how fast I can crush the little birdie.” Mocked Triton as the unsheathed a hammer almost twice Michael’s size and charged. Michael also unsheathed his weapon, a sword which seems to radiate on its own, and followed suit. As they were about to collide, Michael jumped and with the support of his wings dealt the first blow upon Triton.

But to Michael’s amazement, Triton just turned in the direction of his blow and before he knew it, the huge chunk of metal pounded on Michael’s chest. He flew as though being shot from a cannon and landed in a loud “thud”.

“Come on Michael, you can do it. Remember what I thought you! Use everything possible!” came a familiar voice in the crowd. Michael turned back and saw his trainer waving to him in the crowd. Suddenly, he saw Samuel shouting and pointing to his back. He turned around and the same hammerhead greeted him. He again flew to the other end of the arena. There was a huge “Ooooo…” as Michael landed. He got up wobbling and thrust his sword up, facing the sky and the sword seem to be absorbing the sunlight. Its glow got more and more intense.

“What’s the matter, is little birdie injured? Let me ease the pain for you!” Triton then charged straight towards Michael screaming a battle cry and swinging his hammer which somehow contradicted his futuristic appearance.

Michael focused onto Triton and when he got close enough, he struck his sword onto the ground, shouting “flash!”

An intense flash of light blinded Triton and Michael immediately used this opportunity to do some damage. He took flight and with incredible agility, struck Triton in a barrage of cuts and slashes, leaving a stunned half giant with his armor crippled to a sorry state. Michael gave no room for complacency and began charging towards Triton again as his sword continued to absorb the sun rays. As Michael’s previous attack died down, Triton gripped his hammer tightly, quickly scanning the area and readied himself for a counter-attack. But it was too late, when Triton spotted Michael, he was already halfway in the air, weapon glowing like it was the sun itself.

“Celestius, Illuminate, Holy Might!” Screamed Michael as his blade literally cut his opponent in half sending a surge of energy right through him. Knowing that the battle was over, he sheathed his sword and raised his head in valor and triumph, leaving a battered Triton on the ground. The crowd screams of excitement drowned the announcer’s declaration of the winner. Even Samuel was looking pretty excited himself, waving and cheering with the crowd.

As the clerics came to bring Triton to the medical ward to be healed, a dark figure in the entrance to the ring caught Michael’s attention. The dark figure gave a snort of arrogance and walked off.

“I’ll look forward to dueling you, my dark rival…”

Chapter 1

Years have passed since the creation of warrior. Now, it has grown into an amazing place. Everywhere you venture is sure to be a place bustling with action and adventure. One particular event struck me when I was first appointed binder and this is how it began…

The event was in the 1940s (warrior time). It was the grand opening of the first “Trinity Duel”. It was an event whereby the strongest of warriors from each main God of worship battle it out for the glories of their clans and of course their Gods.

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“Do you really think I can do it?” asked a tall and quite dashing young man, with golden hair that flowed in the breeze. His armor shone like the sun and had a physique like no other.

“You will do fine Michael, just keep your head up.” replied a slightly taller man with wings that somehow suggest some great and glorious past.

“I know. It’s just that it is my first time really fighting someone. Not like you, Samuel, who could silence a dragon with just a few strokes.” Michael retorted nervously, “Seriously, why didn’t you join?”

Samuel just gave a sharp look towards him and started to walk down the large Hallway, with paintings and chandeliers that filled the walls. Michael shook his head and slowly followed him from behind. As they walked down to the other side, Michael’s eyes wandered around the corridor and admired the magnificent architecture of the Hallway. He then stopped at the middle of the Hallway, and gazed upon the great sculpture that shone above him. It portrayed three divine beings. One wielded a sword that had a falcon coat of arms embedded on it and wings that stretched to the ends of the hallway. Another beside it was wearing a vermillion colored armor which was adapted from a dragon. It carried a lance in a way as though it was pointing at something. The last one was a demonic figure which eyes emblazed with fire and a claw which glowed blood-red. The beings seem to guard a small circle in the middle consisting of three triangles overlapping each other to form a nine-sided pattern.

“Those were the Gods, the purpose of this event. But don’t you know that already? Come on, we’re going to be late.” Sighed Samuel as he patted Michael’s back.

“I wonder how it is like to be a God?” mumbled Michael under his breath. He slowly turned and was suddenly knocked down by a dark figure.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going Goldie! I’m going to be late!” shouted the man, whom wore a red tinted black plate. His eyes were filled with hatred and anger as he glared menacingly into Michael’s eyes.

“Hey, you ran into me. You should be the one apologizing to me.” Argued Michael.

“Why you little…” sneered the figure.

“Hey…hey, what is going on here?” hollered Samuel from the end of the Hallway “Is there a problem?”

“I’ll be seeing you in the Arena, watch it.” Threatened the dark figure as he turned and started heading towards the other end of the Hallway.

“Hey! All dark and scary, I haven’t got your name! I'm Michael” shouted Michael to the figure.

The figure paused and said, “Well Michael, if you are going to beg for mercy later, then it is Satan. Remember it well.”

Samuel stood beside Michael and commented, “Well, looks like you got yourself a rival.”

Michael turned towards Samuel and smiled. Then he turned back to the dark figure running down the Hallway and murmured under his voice, “Satan… I’ll be ready…”

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