It was a calm night in the Monar Kingdom, the moon shining over the capital city. Many people of various races, humans, elves, draconians, etcetera gathered. All of them in a crowd gazing upon the castle that stood in the center of the capital. This was a special night after all.

  The king himself, Archibald Monar, walked out from a balcony overseeing the people of the Monar Kingdom. A gentle smile upon his bearded face. His green eyes and shining silver hair gleamed under the moonlight. Then, by his side the queen, Marian Monar, stood. Carrying a swaddled babe in her arms. A little girl, Silva Monar, princess and firstborn child held onto her mother's regal blue and pink gold gown.

  Archibald took the baby into his arms, holding the young one up and making his voice known, "My people, the good citizens of Monar, today is a special day!" The citizens looked upon the child in awe. "For today is the birth of my son, Clyde Monar! Someday, he will be your prince! And I simply know he shall be a glorious king!" Archibald exclaimed.

  The citizens of Monar applauded the child, Clyde Monar, their Crown Prince of Monar. The king smiled at the people before turning to the queen and Silva. "My son...you will be great Clyde." He told the sleeping baby. Marian placed her hand upon his arm, and her other hand on the head of Silva. The queen looked into the gaze of Archibald, her lips parting, "Indeed he will Archibald. Now let us rest...I for one could do with a good sleep after that." Archibald chuckled and nodded as the royal family went back into the castle.

  Sixteen years later, Clyde has grown into a teenage boy. He awoke in the morning, the sun gleaming into his eyes freshly upon his awakening. As he sat up, Silva, now twenty years old and a captain of the royal guard, bursted into his room, adorned in her armor. Her long silver hair flowing behind her. Her mouth parting as her loud voice rung out, "Clyde! Wake up, darling brother! The butlers and maids have prepared us breakfast!"

  Clyde rubbed his eyes and stood, his bed robe slightly falling from his body, before he walked to his closet to pick an outfit. "Tell mother and father that I shall be in the dining room shortly." Clyde said, a bit groggily. Silva shrugged and walked out of his room. Clyde grabbed a pair of trousers and a tunic from his closet, adorned with white and gold designs upon a black base.

  He put the clothing on before placed some finely crafted black boots upon his feet. He walked to his nightstand, grabbing a comb and running it through his chrome silver hair. As he looked in the mirror, his shiny green eyes reflected back at him. "Looking quite fine as usual, Clyde." The prince said to himself, chuckling slightly. He put the comb down and went to his washroom, using basic Aqua Magic to fill the sink.

  He began brushing his teeth, ensuring they stay a gleaming white. Nothing short of perfect for a regal face. After his teeth were cleaned, he would pick up the basin of his sink and empty it from a window, the water entering the moat. Once again he approached his nightstand, picking up a golden headress and placing it in his hair. Finally, he was ready.

  He walked out of his chambers, his boots on the cobblestone floors as he went to the dining room. Upon opening the door to the room, he saw the king, queen, and Silva sitting at the table. Marian looked towards her son and gently smiled, opening her mouth, "Ah there you are, sweetheart. Please, sit and eat breakfast with us." Clyde moved to his seat and looked at his plate. Fine sausages, eggs, and bread upon his plate. He was sat next to Silva, whom was already halfway done.

  "So how was your morning, my children?" Archibald asked the two siblings. Silva and Clyde looked at eachother, then their father. Both opening their mouths and speaking at once, "Fine father." Archibald amusedly chuckled at his children. Marian put a hand over her mouth and tiny giggle escaping her. The king and queen were very entertained by Silva and Clyde, especially in the morning time.

  After breakfast, Clyde exited the dining room and almost immediately was greeted by a knight. But not just any knight, a Roundtable Knight. One of four elite soldiers whom Archibald assembled to defend Clyde and the kingdom. This one wore black steel plating over every inch of his body, and a helm that concealed everything but the red gleam of his left eye. A black cape was on his back, and strapped atop of it was a greatsword made of a similar metal to his armor. Gadius Morlen, The Black Knight.

  "Young Prince, it is time for your battle training with myself." Gadius stated, in his deep and gravely voice. Clyde let out a small sigh, "Do I have to this morning..." Gadius looked down at him, the gleaming red amongst the darkness of the visor already answering Clyde's question.

  A few moments later, Clyde and Gadius were in the training yard, where knights were taught how to fight. Clyde had some basic metal plates put over his tunic and a custom longsword forged specifically for him. A magical gem in the center of the hilt. Gadius drew his greatsword, able to hold the colossal sword in one hand. The black plume of his helmet and the dark cape blowing in the outdoor wind. Clyde held his sword and a shield in his offhand, standing at the ready.

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  He would nod to Gadius, signaling he was ready. Almost instantly, Gadius swiftly moved towards him, his movement somehow unimpeded even with such heavy armor on. Even after many sessions against Gadius, Clyde was still taken aback each time. Gadius raised the large sword and began plunging it down. Clyde rolled out of the way as it did, getting back on his feet away from Gadius. He raised his blade, the magical gem glistening. "Ignis Bolt!" Clyde yelled, casting an arrow of fire from the blade of his sword.

  The arrow hit Gadius, however the knight had raised his arm, preventing a proper hit. And the durable plating of the armor absorbed the impact. Gadius immediately moved and grabbed Clyde by the collar and moved his blade atop Clyde's head. "And if this were a true battle, you would have been felled right then and there. We end the session for today." Gadius said, dropping Clyde to his feet and placing his blade upon his back.

  Clyde sighed in disappointment, he hadn't gotten close to even chipping Gadius' armor once in all their training sessions. But his sigh was swiftly interrupted by another Roundtable Knight approaching. A skinnier man with a handsome face, one that was always displayed. He wore a silver steel armor with a blue cloth around his neck and shoulders. Several dragon designs on part of the plating. On his back was a glaive that was forged to be capable of harming dragons. Ogrin Norvel, the Dragon Hunter.

  Ogrin had a smug expression, something that resulted from his large ego as a result of his position. Opening his mouth to Clyde, "Hello there, Prince Clyde. How is thy day so far." Clyde looked up at Ogrin and sighed, "As usual, cannot even land an actually damaging hit upon Gadius..." Ogrin nodded, a rare considerate expression worn on his face. Clyde was one of the few Ogrin didn't wear his egotistical mask around, rarely anyhow.

  Clyde and Ogrin then went back into the castle, Ogrin taking Clyde to the special pens. Clyde grabbed two large pieces of raw beef, tossing one piece into each of the two large enclosures. Feeding each of his two dragon pets, the Ice Dragon Dal'Yasaad and the Fire Dragon Kul'Miraag. Dragons that Ogrin hunted down and tamed for Clyde when he was a younger boy, who had an especially prominent fascination with dragons, wyverns, and wyrms. "Open the bars if you would, Ogrin." Clyde told the knight, Ogrin nodding and pulling the mechanism to let Dal'Yasaad and Kul'Miraag out.

  The two dragons went to Clyde, both docile and clearly fond of the prince. Dal'Yasaad's blue reptilian eyes looking softly at Clyde. The prince scratched Dal'Yasaad's large chin. The rough green scales of Dal'Yasaad feeling solid under his hands, but Clyde was accustomed to it. Kul'Miraag lowered its head, the yellow eyes looking at the boy. Clyde extended his other hand to pat Kul'Miraag's red scales.

  "Good boys. Now, return to your enclosures. You will get to fly out tomorrow." Clyde gently spoke to the two. They dragons turned and went into their separate enclosures. Ogrin closed up the pens and directed Clyde to head for the castle's magical study room. Clyde walked up some stairs, down some halls and through some doorways, to the room.

  In it he met the last two Roundtable Knights. One was a woman in steel armor that was magically dyed a pink color, her long blonde hair tied in a bun. On her head was a pink witches hat, which bolsters the power of one's magic. She looked to Clyde with a smile upon her face, perfectly gorgeous in all ways. In her hands a wand with a magical gem slotted in to increase its power. Her name, Alicia Bloomwater, the Archmage.

  Reading a book in the corner of the room was an elven man, his pointed ears and medium length ginger hair the first features most see. He wore a leather outfit with a few plates of steel for armor. On his back a bow and a quill of arrows, aswell as a green cloak. He had a few wrinkles on his face, which is to be expected due to his hundred years of age. He was middle aged by elf standards. His name, Heinrich Elvoss, the Elven Archer.

  "Greetings Clydey! I see Ogrin told you that I had some magic lessons planned for this day!" Alicia exclaimed, enthusiasm in every facet of her speech. Clyde nodded, his lips parting to answer, "Indeed he did, Alicia. I want to know more than base Ignis and Aqua Magic if you could." Alicia nodded running off to get some books. Heinrich stepped from the corner, closing his book and looking at Clyde, "Young one, are you prepared for the siege on the northern barbarian Kingdom tomorrow?" Clyde looked at Heinrich and his gaze answered the elf's question.

  "Of course Heinrich. They stole an artifact from the Tombs of Formido, the ancient burial sight that is in our territories. Besides, they have been pillaging many trade carriages from our kingdom and endangering Monar citizens. Believe me, I am ready to accompany the four of you on the backs of Dal'Yasaad and Kul'Miraag." Clyde told Heinrich, a determination in the young prince's eyes. Heinrich smiled and nodded, walking off to resume his reading.

  Many hours later, in the night time, Clyde had changed into his night robe. Heading for sleep. He would need it. The following day would be full of preparation for himself and the four Roundtable Knights, plus the time it takes to saddle up Dal'Yasaad and Kul'Miraag. He laid in his bedsheets, looking to the ceiling of his bedchambers. Tomorrow would be the first time he would leave Monar or accompany the Roundtable Knights.

  Tomorrow night, he would join in a siege on the northern barbarian kingdom, that had endangered the people of Monar and stolen from a tomb on the Monar land.