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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