Legend of Glory

Legend of Glory

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Twenty-Two: For Glory

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Chairs flew, breaking into many sharp pieces. Papers and documents scattered. Armored Doragon guards with weapons rampaged through Seto and Mokuba’s deserted home. They began to light the place on fire, sending dark clouds of smoke to spray over the house… They began with the kitchen before moving on to the two bedrooms. They ignited Seto’s bed, following Mokuba’s. In their dastardly wrecking, they prepared to imprison Seto and Mokuba, if in hiding. But to their dismay, the two brothers had, indeed, fled to the side of the enemy.

They exited the home, allowing it to burn. Villagers and their dragons stood, watching in awe. Most of them could not believe Gozaburo’s order. However, the villagers were saddened by Seto’s sudden disappearance…

By Gozaburo’s law, Seto had betrayed them.

He had betrayed them all.

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Bata swiftly stepped up the stone steps leading into Gozaburo’s head sanctuary. Upon entering, he found Gozaburo sitting at his desk, writing on some documents with an inked feather.

“High Gozaburo,” Bata huffed out of breath. He bowed before Gozaburo, prepared to show his utmost respect for the leader. “We were unsuccessful at retrieving Seto. I’m afraid that you were right. He and Mokuba have turned to the enemy’s side.”

“So it may seem,” Gozaburo said. He set down his feathered pin and rose. Leaning on his desk, he gave an unpleasant snarl. “This evening I shall tell our people that their so-called leader of the future has become their enemy. By this time tomorrow morning, Seto will be unwelcome in this village… And in trained time, we shall go to war and I shall have his head.”

“Yes, High Gozaburo,” Bata bowed lower before making his leave.

Turning, Gozaburo walked to the window, it alone in the far back of the sanctuary. He let his eyes peek out. He saw the flames. He evilly smirked as Seto’s house burned to the ground. Chosen dragons of the guards slashed their tails at the building, causing stone and wood to tumble down. All of the villagers stood clear so not to get injured.

It was a magnificent sight.

“You see, Seto?” Gozaburo whispered. “You see what you’ve made me gone and done? Because of you, these villagers have lost all hope for the future. But I shall give them a future to remember. I shall have Noa take your place. He shall become their leader when my time ends.”

“But if this is what you wish for, then so be it,” said Gozaburo. “I promise you, Seto, that when next we meet, I shall have your head!”

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Not a single cloud was in the sky. The sky, blue and beautiful, seemed so peaceful. Katsuya smiled up at it, seeing the sun raising through the thicket of trees. He stood outside, knowing that inside his hut, Seto was dressing, preparing for the day ahead. He prepared for the news the two of them would soon share with Katsuya’s village.

Katsuya was nervous. Surprisingly, the nerves seemed vague from Katsuya’s trust for Seto. He let the brunette’s handsome image fog his mind. Seeing it calmed Katsuya. He knew, that with Seto’s hand in his, that the news they must share would be less difficult to get out. They had each other -- after so long. And Seto promised he would stay.

“Katsuya?”

Turning his head, Katsuya smiled as Seto came up behind him. Seto’s strong, comforting arms wrapped around Katsuya’s waist, giving a sign of reassurance. “Katsuya, what are you thinking?”

“I am scared some,” whispered Katsuya. His hands lowered, gently massaging Seto’s own pair. “The thought of war, blood… The thought of death. It is very scary. My people is a peaceful tribe. Though we kill for food, we have never known of others like us. You are the first, Seto. My eyes meeting yours was the first time for any Beast to gaze upon another race.”

“I understand,” Seto muttered. He let his chin rest on Katsuya’s shoulder, snuggling him close. “What we shall soon face will not be easy.”

“No,” Katsuya sighed. “And we have such little time to prepare.”

“But we mustn’t fear losing,” Seto stated; his tone strong. “We mustn’t allow words on paper to address the truth about the legend. We must prepare, train, and do the best we can.”

Soft, short footsteps made both men turn. They stared at Mokuba. He was dressed and eyeing them suspiciously. As the two realized they held one another close, they swiftly pulled away as Seto walked forward. “Mokuba, I --”

“Seto,” Mokuba interrupted; his voice quiet. “Do you and Katsuya like each other?”

“Very much,” nodded Seto. He frowned, seeing the befuddlement in his younger sibling’s dark orbs. He knew his brother would be rattled, yet Seto had no clue as to Mokuba’s awareness. He had no idea that Mokuba had seen he and Katsuya sharing lips. “We -- we are very close.”

“How close?” Mokuba asked.

“Well…” Seto paused. He tried determining a best way -- no -- a right way of telling Mokuba. “You recall stories I’ve told you about father’s closeness and love for our mother?”

Mokuba did remember. He let Seto see this by giving a short, quick nod.

“This is how Katsuya and I feel,” Seto declared. “We more than just like each other. We love each other. I love Katsuya as I love you. Just a bit differently.”

“Oh,” said Mokuba as he looked over at Katsuya. Gently, Mokuba showed a soft smile to Katsuya. “Do -- do you love Seto too?”

“Yes,” smiled Katsuya. “I do.”

Seto rubbed Mokuba’s arms, showing the younger boy that he still loved Mokuba with all his heart. “But this is not an issue to discuss at the moment. Katsuya is going to re-introduce me to his family. Us grownups will be talking in private.”

“About the war?” Mokuba questioned, knowing he was right.

“Yes,” answered Seto, softly.

Standing, Seto took Mokuba’s hand in his. He smiled warmly at Mokuba, squeezing the boy’s hand gently. Looking up, Seto gave Katsuya an affirmed nod. “We’re ready.”

Smiling, Katsuya led Seto and Mokuba through the village. Heads turned. Villagers picking crops, watering wolves, and hanging wet meat stared in shock as their leader walked through the village with the man from the Doragons. The three journeyed up to the hut that belonged to Katsuya’s family. Within, he knew his mother sat, worrying and waiting. Within, his father sat, knowing nothing of Seto and Mokuba’s presences. Listening close, Katsuya could hear both Shizuka’s and Hiroto’s voices. He knew that they visited every morning, discussing any possible thing about caring for infants. Taking a deep breath, Katsuya let his muscles relax as he entered the hut.

Inside, he saw Jonouchi. Jonouchi was carving at some meat with a knife. Hiroto, Shizuka, and Nana were sitting just on the floor in front of Katsuya. They all looked up as Katsuya entered.

Jonouchi smiled when he saw it was his son. “Katsuya. What are…?” Jonouchi’s speech halted. He stood, holding the bloody knife in hand as he watched Seto slowly step up behind Katsuya. Mokuba waited outside. Nana stood. She held her single left hand to her heart, faintly smiling. And Shizuka and Hiroto stood quickly, staring with wide eyes at Seto.

“My family, I -- I have much to tell you,” Katsuya stuttered. His voice felt dry, but he managed to continue. “Seto’s people are planning war. But S -- Seto is determined to help us prepare and defend our village.”

“What?” Jonouchi gaped. He dropped the knife as Nana walked to his side.

“Please…” Seto stepped forward. “I beg for your trust. I do not mean harm. Gozaburo, the leader of my people, is driven mad with determination. He wants to see this village destroyed, but I do not want this to happen because…” Seto paused. He gave a heavy sigh before looking over at Katsuya. He smiled as his eyes gazed over the blonde’s face. “Because I am in love with your son.”

Shizuka gasped. She let a hand fly to her mouth. Nana had copied, even more surprised by Seto’s sudden confession. Neither Jonouchi nor Hiroto knew how to react. As men, they could only stare on, fired up by the shocking, unbelievable news.

“Katsuya…” Nana began, but her own son interrupted her.

“It is true,” Katsuya smiled. He took Seto’s hand in his. “I love him. He loves me. We -- we’ve been in love since our first meeting in the forest.” Katsuya let his eyes meet Seto’s. At this moment, Katsuya felt as if Seto and he were the only two in the room. “When we first met, it seemed as though we despised one another. However, as events changed our lives, we knew. We understood love and what it is.”

“But when we discovered the legend,” Katsuya went on, though his voice lowered. “When we discovered a fate we could not fight, we became afraid. We still are. But we are willing to fight it.”

“Gozaburo will not back down,” Seto sternly said. “He will fight until he has claimed this village as his own. He will murder your wives, you children… But we can stop him. Please. I beg of you. Let me speak with your people. Allow Katsuya and I to strengthen your greatest of fighters.”

Jonouchi was most displeased. Upon discovering his son’s love for another man, the upbringing of war further distraught his mind. His rage desperately attempted to release. “You dare -- come here and expect such from the people here? Are you out of your damn mind?”

“Jonouchi…” Nana whispered, resting her hand on her mate’s shoulder. Her touch eased Jonouchi. He let his shoulders stretch as he set down the knife.

“Though I am against this,” he began. “I am afraid it is -- not my decision. If you are true to your word, Seto, then you must gain permission from -- from our leader.” Jonouchi motioned a nod towards his son. “You must -- ask for Katsuya’s permission.”

Nana smiled at her husband, knowing he did make the best decision.

Seto agreed. He turned his body, facing Katsuya. Each stood, silent for some seconds. All they could think about was -- war. They knew the consequences. They knew the pain that would come. They knew -- they knew, understood, and were willing.

Smiling, Katsuya whispered, “Will you help to save us?”

And smiling back, Seto answered, “I promise…”

Their smiles were shared. They hugged, not caring that Katsuya’s family were watching. All they could care about was the trust they had in one another and the love that would never disappear.

A sudden range of screams echoed from outside. Seto pulled back from the hug as he heard the thunder of a dragon’s roar. “Katsuya…”

“Outside…!” Katsuya gasped as he and the others rushed outdoors.

There, sitting atop his raging dragon, was Bata. The dragon made a deadly hiss. The Beast people scattered, attempting to keep the children and women protected from this new, evil intruder. He hopped off of his dragon and began to walk through the village. His eyes were low and serious. In his right hand he held a scroll.

Seto knew what it was. His eyes widened. He felt Mokuba come up behind him, hugging him snug. But Mokuba was ignored.

Bata stepped up to Katsuya and Seto. He showed his ungrateful grin. He looked from Katsuya to Seto, until finally he rested on Seto. “Seto, by order of the High Gozaburo, you and Mokuba are hereby banished from our village.” Bata held the scroll out for Katsuya to take. “This a declaration of war. Five weeks is the amount of time Gozaburo has given you.”

Katsuya took the scroll. He knew he couldn’t read it, so he held it close for Seto to skim through later. However, he kept a stern, shallow glare on Bata. “We’ll be waiting.”

“You have much courage in you,” Bata said to Katsuya. “I will be looking forward to pulling that courage out of your soul…”

Hearing this, Hiroto moved forward. He stood beside Katsuya, glaring at Bata. He stood as a friend, a companion… “Take your smelly dragon and get out of here.”

“Very well,” Bata grinned. He bowed before turning and taking his leave. His mighty dragon gave a warning screech as Bata boarded him. The dragon expanded its wings. It leaped up, flapping high into the air, soon vanishing from sight.

“What a bastard,” snarled Hiroto.

“My people will not back down,” Seto said, frowning. His eyes stayed upward, staring at the blue sky. “This is why we must prepare and fight. We have no other choice. If we were to flee, they’d find us. If we were to surrender, they’d take over us. The only way for this to end is for me to kill Gozaburo.”

“You are very serious?” Jonouchi asked, much surprised to hear Seto speak of murdering his own leader. Of course, Seto had his reasons. Jonouchi knew this. When Gozaburo came, storming into their village, Jonouchi easily saw an evil in Gozaburo’s dark, rough eyes. And Seto showed his seriousness as he turned to face Jonouchi. He slowly unwrapped the cloth covering his marking. Soon the dragon was clear for them all to see.

“As with Katsuya, I, too, am chosen to lead my people,” Seto strongly said. “Once, long ago, I bowed to Gozaburo. I considered him leader, yet a part of my heart didn’t wish for this. Now, my heart has shown me Gozaburo’s true personality and his true intentions. He must be stopped.” Seto re-bandaged his mark. “I will not allow him to harm both Katsuya’s and my people.”

Jonouchi nodded. He saw as all Katsuya’s people were huddled in, listening close to what Seto had to say. All had looks of determination in them. All stood there, prepared to train until they bled from their fingers. All stood, willing to keep those they love protected. Sighing, Jonouchi looked up at Katsuya and Seto. “When do we start?”

Smirking, Seto softly answered, “Immediately.”

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(One weeks later)

With hands behind his back, Gozaburo marched down a line of finely dressed warriors. He eyed each Doragon. Some of them seemed more confident. Some of them seemed fully prepared to die for their people. Snorting, Gozaburo went to the front of the positioned warriors, where Bata stood, waiting. “These are the best of the best?”

“Yes,” Bata bowed.

“Hmm…” Gozaburo faced the warriors one final time. “They will have to do on such short notice. Still, we are a powerful race. With these fifty so warriors, we shall not lose. I saw those filthy beast’s village. They were small and bare. Weak and dull. Perhaps I should’ve considered giving them six weeks?” Gozaburo laughed at his own words. His own amusement nearly made him ignore Noa’s sudden presence. “Ah! Noa!”

Noa moved forward, coming in from his study chamber. He stepped up to his father. Being grabbed by the shoulders, Noa was forced to look on at the lines of many warriors. “Look, Noa. A set of new arrangements has been made. When my time comes to an end, you will be the new leader of the Doragon Tribe.”

The turquoise-haired boy stared at the warriors with lifeless motion. He didn’t know what to think, so he decided to look up at his father and ask, “But what about Seto? Isn’t he to be leader?”

“Seto is an idiot!” Gozaburo yelled, causing Noa to jump in shock. Sighing, Gozaburo kneeled to be eye level with his son. He gave him a fake smile of caring. “Seto has betrayed our people, Noa. He is no longer considered a Doragon. He does not care for me, you, or any of our people.”

Standing to his feet, Gozaburo took Noa’s hand in his. “In four weeks, Seto and I will meet for one last time. During this time Noa, you are to stay here in the village and pray for your father’s safety. But do not fear, my son, Seto is not strong enough, nor does he have the courage to defeat me. He is a weakling, as are those he decided to take sides with. Once I take his head, everything will be just fine.” Seeing a tear leave his son’s eye, Gozaburo chuckled. “Do not weep for me, son. I promise you Seto will lose. Trust me.”

Smiling, Noa wiped at his single tear. “I do, father.”

“That’s my boy,” Gozaburo grinned, holding Noa close. His attention again focused on the warriors. “Now, let’s see what you got.”

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“Good, Katsuya!”

In the Beast Tribe’s middle section, the best hunters practiced swordplay and archery, preparing for a fight they were unsure if they would win.

In the very center, two lovers battled it out, practicing hard and long. Seto moved forward, forcing his sword to clash into Katsuya’s own. The swords were made of wood, specially designed as swords of practice and nothing else. When the true battle was ready, the swords to be used would not be so cheap.

“You’re not half bad, Seto!” Katsuya shouted, using crafty footwork to escape Seto’s oncoming swings. “Have your done this before?”

“I don’t just use magic,” smirked Seto.

“You need to show me how to conjure fire,” Katsuya said, meaning to be serious. “It’d come in handy during battle.”

“Sure,” Seto nodded, coming forth and clinging his sword against Katsuya’s. “I can do that. Ooh… but first I need a bathroom break.”

“Again?” Katsuya sighed as they stopped. “You know, during the actual battle, there won’t be time for potty breaks.”

“Yeah, yeah… Just give me a few seconds,” Seto winked as he left to go behind the village’s huts.

As Katsuya stood, waiting, he was shocked as Hiroto came in front of him, holding a sword ready for battle. “Can we talk?”

“Sure,” Katsuya grinned, lifting his own sword. He and Hiroto began to swordfight. “What’s up?”

“Listen, Katsuya…” Hiroto began as he lunged his sword forward. “I -- I’ve been meaning to say that I’m sorry…”

“Sorry?” Katsuya halted. “Sorry for what?”

Sighing, Hiroto tried calming his breath as he set down his sword. He walked up to Katsuya. “You have been working very hard, even if you had been sneaking out of the village to see Seto. But -- I can see, now, that you two really do -- love each other. So I’m sorry…”

“Please don’t be,” frowned Katsuya. “I deserve to be yelled at. I spent all my time with him and I hardly showed you or my family any generosity. I’m the one that should be saying sorry.”

Chuckling, Hiroto moved forward, giving Katsuya a friendly hug. “You’re a good friend. I’m glad to be your best. And I’ll be beside you the whole way. You can count on it.”

“Thank you,” sighed Katsuya, as the hug ceased. “You’re amazing, Hiroto.”

“I know,” beamed Hiroto. He held his sword back out. “Now, where were we?”

--

Behind the village, Seto quickly hid behind some bushes. Leaning over, he terribly choked as he vomited into the bushes. He gasped out, spitting what he could from out of his mouth. He gave a low moan as his stomach churned. “Ugh…”

Katsuya still had no clue.

Seto kept his secret safe.

He did not want to make Katsuya further worry.

Taking a deep breath, Seto found himself vomiting a second time. He let all he could out of his system, knowing that as each day passed, the sickness he had seemed to worsen. However, he managed to somehow keep the illness secret. He was managing fighting the illness. He covered his sweat as an excuse of too much swordplay. He covered his vomiting by pretending to have a full bladder from drinking so much water.

So far, the plan was running smoothly.

Sighing deeply, Seto wiped his mouth clean with some leaves. He took some short breaths, just in case more vomit wished to leave him. When his stomach began settling, he stood to his feet.

No matter how many times he vomited. No matter how many times he felt faint. Seto knew he had a promise to keep. No matter what, he would face Gozaburo in four weeks time and he would have the man’s head.

No matter what…

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(One Night Before Four Weeks)

Gentle lips pressed against one another, sharing in lustful comfort. Two pink tongues twirled with one another, dancing during a final night of freedom. Sparks flew, both from a warm, cackling fire and from the sharing of pleasure between two embraced bodies under warm, fur covers. Seto and Katsuya, madly in love, shared their bodies… But to their hoping, it wouldn’t be the last time.

Sighing, Katsuya pulled away from Seto’s lips. Lying beneath Seto, he rested his head on the bed as he dreamily gazed up at Seto. “Seto… I have something to tell you…”

“What is it?” Seto asked as he began to suckle on Katsuya’s neck.

“I -- I know I haven’t said this out loud,” Katsuya mumbled. “But -- I’m really scared about -- tomorrow…”

Frowning, Seto paused with the kissing. He looked deep into Katsuya’s brown orbs, them full of sincere fright. “I know you’re afraid. I am too, as are everyone. But we mustn’t show this fear -- this is our final night of freedom. Let us enjoy ourselves.”

“Ya, I guess you’re right,” Katsuya snuggled closer to Seto, pushing their warm chests against one another. “Mm… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be…” Seto whispered, kissing Katsuya’s earlobe sweetly. “Just promise me something.”

“Anything,” moaned Katsuya.

Smiling, Seto lowered his lips to Katsuya’s ear. “Promise me that you will show no fear before your village tomorrow. Promise me that you’ll show them the true aspects of what it means to be a leader. For, when daylight breaks, they will be terrified. They will need their leader’s loyal heart and strong words.”

“I…” Katsuya paused, befuddled by Seto’s warm-filled words. “I promise.”

--

(The Day of Legend)

Warmth.

Arguments.

Curses.

Love.

A day of sacrifice was ahead. Though their hearts were filled with fear, both Seto and Katsuya remembered the days of the past. They remembered how they first met. Still could they hear themselves arguing… Still could they picture in their minds running and helping to escape the catacombs of that Queen spider… Still could they taste their first kiss… Still -- still could they recall their reactions to discovering a legend cursedly scratched over the skin of their opposite arms.

Still…

And now they stood beside one another, ready to fight for a legend. A legend that could become more than just… And before them stood Katsuya’s people, all ready to fight for their safety. They held weapons of sorts in their hands, from swords to bows… They all rid atop their wolves, just as willing as their chosen to fight and defend the village.

The day was sunny. Even so, the Beasts knew that the sky would soon turn cloudy.

Katsuya stood with Flame to his right. On his left, Seto stood. “Nervous?”

“Very…” whispered Katsuya, gulping down saliva. His people stood before him, ready to obey every command.

“Just remember the plan…” Seto whispered. “We will cut them off at the waterfall… We will fight there and we won’t give them any chances to get to the village.”

“Yes,” Katsuya nodded.

“Katsuya,” Seto leaned toward the blonde. “You remember the promise you made to me last night?”

Licking at his lips, Katsuya nodded a second time. “I do…”

Smiling, Seto let Katsuya see his passionate face, one hardly any where able to see. “They’re all yours.” Seto turned his back to Katsuya, slowly walking over to and boarding Blue Eyes.

Calmly, Katsuya looked over at his people. All eyes were on him, waiting. He took a deep breath as he boarded Flame, taking hold of the strong, leathery reins. This gave him better access of sight. He could see his family… Hiroto and his father were boarded their own wolves, ready for Katsuya’s order. As the warriors were up front, all women and children stood in the far back, looking on with sad faces, for they knew that not all men would return alive and unharmed. Katsuya saw his mother and sister, standing there with little Mokuba in front of them.

They were all scared. But they were also brave. As Katsuya could see, the women held weapons for their own, in case the enemy got to the village. Katsuya did not wish to imagine the women fighting -- dying… Nor the children. He looked to his own sister. Her belly was getting bigger… He frowned, thinking of the little baby growing inside of his sister’s stomach. Hiroto, his great friend, would be fighting beside him. Even his own father was going to fight… Hiroto’s father, as well.

Katsuya loved them all.

And he knew how to comfort them. He lifted his chin, straightened his back, and showed off his daring eyes.

His promise was made.

“My friends,” Katsuya began. “My family. I -- I want to apologize to each and every one of you. I -- have been a terrible person. I -- have been selfish, obnoxious, and unwise. For so long, the only person I cared for -- was myself.” He looked down, recalling his times studying with Chief Mandook. “As I was growing up, all I heard was of my destiny to lead you all. And even then, I was careless. I was only concerned about my feelings and whether or not I was perfect for the job.” His head rose, examining his peoples’ faces. “But even then, I somehow knew that I -- was wrong. I was wrong for how I treated you. I was wrong for disrespecting Chief Mandook. He -- he was a good man…”

Katsuya paused, remembering Chief Mandook’s wise ways, kind heart… His everything wonderful.

“As I grew,” Katsuya continued. “I became more and more unaware of what I must learn. Of what I must accomplish. I was weak, foolish… I was awful. And -- during this time, I met a man that I learned to trust.” Katsuya’s eyes focused on Seto. “He was a stranger. A handsome stranger that made me fear him. As I had treated my people, I had treated him the same way. He was so kind to me. He wanted to learn about me. He reminded me of a happy child receiving a gift for the very first time. And I ignored him as I did all of you… But I grew to learn about him. I grew to trust him. And now -- I know that I love him…” Katsuya’s voice trailed as he looked back to his people. “But -- I had left you all for him. I would run away from it all to be by his side. He was my comfort. He was my shelter. He was -- my everything. I did not want to escape him.” Katsuya’s frown deepened. “And this hurt all of you.”

“Due to my greed, I hurt you all. Due to my selfishness, I hurt you all. I hurt you. I hurt Chief Mandook. I never believed I could take his righteous place as your leader. I thought you would not accept me after the way I had treated you. Please forgive me…”

Closing his eyes, Katsuya thought in a moment of silence. His brown orbs slowly re-opened, but they were no longer sad. They were full of strength, loyalty, and determination. “I discovered a story. A legend. A legend that I am a part of, that Seto is a part of. But I discovered that in this legend, Seto and I were destined -- to fight! To kill! It broke my heart…”

“But Seto is not the enemy legend spoke of. The enemy -- is a single evil that won’t back down. A single man that wishes for nothing more but to destroy us! He will even destroy Seto, if given the chance! And I promise you that that will not happen! He will not be victorious. He will not succeed! He will die…”

Katsuya pulled his hand back, releasing his sword from its hold. He held it up high, for all to gaze upon. “Today, as we hold our swords high, we will not think of this as a legend of war. We will not think of this legend as one of fear nor death!

We will shed our blood!

We will shed our tears!

And we will remember this day as our own story told!

For -- on this day -- we will know it as a legend… Our legend…!”

Katsuya held his sword high.

“This will be the legend --

Of --

GLORY!”

Echoes of cheer strived throughout the village. The warriors held their swords high, shouting at the top of their lungs. Hiroto excitedly howled as the wolves joined in. And before them, Katsuya, their leader, glowed with a brilliant light.

And sitting high on his dragon, Seto sat with a smirk on his lips. He let his eyes drift closed as he listened to the Beastly roars, prepared to gain victory and glory. ‘I am proud of you, Katsuya.’

“For glory!” Katsuya shouted as he turned and rode into the forest with Flame.

His warriors followed right behind, their own swords glistened in the sunlight. “For glory!”

“For glory…” Seto whispered… He turned Blue Eyes and took into the air, ready to face Gozaburo for one final conflict.

-End of Chapter Twenty-Two-

Hey everyone. Two more chapters to go… These last two chapters, like this one, will be long. So please be patient with me. Also, I hope Katsuya’s finishing speech wasn’t too confusing… I wanted to make it seem very powerful…

I am so excited to read your reviews, and I am excited to finish this.