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1.2. The Fight He Didn’t Want

Shazri Trolls weren’t really the smartest of their kind, but they were fierce fighters and deadly when in rage. Due to their dark nature and tendency towards major crimes troll kind in general was tolerated rather than welcomed in the Realm of Magic, but there were some who really tried to become valued members of the society. The realm and its protectors, especially the Council’s Guard, provided safety for everyone in the most unstable and insecure times. That’s why most trolls tried to obey the laws, so they won’t get into trouble and risk exile. The world outside, even when you left into the right direction away from the Realm of Darkness in the North, wasn’t really welcoming creatures of magical origin. Some realms even insisted in denying their existence altogether, treating them as subjects from myths, legends or even fairy tales. But the worst of all were the small regions they weren’t known in, where people actually still believed everything unknown would be evil by nature, sent from hell or something along the line. Most magical beings or creatures related to magic fled to the Realm of Magic to finally find some peace, some safety. Those Shazris however really were a never depleting source of trouble. It was so easy to get into a fight with them. If you just happened to be of the wrong race or maintained the wrong business in their eyes, it already was enough to offend them.

With a loud noise of cracking barrels and breaking crates the Shazri crashed into a pile of empty containers for transporting food and beverage which was standing in one corner of the alley. The group witnessing the fight couldn’t believe what they just saw over the last 10 minutes. Seemingly the young Guardian never hit, not even touched their friend Throzar, but still he was already stumbling and fell to the ground several times, as if he just lost balance and dropped down, nobody could see why he did. He was feeling the pain, which didn’t help him cooling down, but his power was reducing quickly now, he was almost out of breath. “Why can’t you just stand still and fight so I can hit you?! Do you coward always have to dodge and jump away??” he shouted. “Who’s the hilarious one of us now? I told you, you won’t stand a chance against me, didn’t I? Do you really want to continue this till you faint? I beg you to stop this now, or I will have to stop it!” the young man answered, seemingly not fatigued the slightest bit, still evading hit after hit with the same ease and quickness as to the beginning of this. “You want me to stand still and receive a few hits, do you? Well, I’m getting tired of this, so I will give you what you want. Go on, hit me. I won’t dodge this time!” Throzar didn’t really believe this, but still he swung his fist towards his opponent, aiming for the chest… and hit! The stupid little boy really didn’t evade it this time! Now that fight’s over!… or so he thought. “Uh, well, that was all? Here, try the face, the face next!” was all he got as an answer. Alright, this boy seemingly was used to some fighting, but still a few well-placed hits should knock him out. Nobody can withstand a Shazri!… and again he was wrong, as all he gained by hitting the face of the Guardian was an aching fist, this boy just wasn’t collapsing yet! After the young man turned his face back towards him, licking a few drops of blood from his lips, he commented in the same calm voice as all the time: “Now that wasn’t bad. Really a good hit and quite a strong strike as well. Unfortunately it’s still not enough to bring me down, I’m afraid. But the first blood was spilled and I couldn’t keep my intentions. That’s enough now, next one I’ll strike back, so be warned.” That was enough. This filthy little bugger actually dared talking to him like that… and he didn’t even show the slightest sign of pain or anything! Who did he think he was? He’s gonna pay for that!

The troll stormed forward and swung for the stomach of his opponent, who simply stepped back a little so the strike stopped only inches before it could hit. The boy was still only playing with him, which only drove him mad more. A strike to the face passed the head a few inches away. This time his opponent didn’t even move his body at all. The next one towards the chest ended in the void, when the young man turned aside, let the strike pass in front of his chest and then quickly gripped his arm and pulled him towards the next wall, using the speed of his very own attack for this. This was intimidating! Throzar couldn’t continue like that, or his friends won’t ever talk to him again. He was almost twice the size of this little human and his strength should have been thrice or fourth the amount of his opponent, but still he couldn’t manage to hurt him seriously enough for this fight to end quickly. Something wasn’t right. The boy must have been cheating with a dirty trick of his filthy white magic! Again the Shazri jumped towards the Guardian, his fist aiming for the stomach… and again he missed by only a few inches. This time however he quickly jumped back to not receive any potential return strikes, triumphantly posed himself on the other side of the alley with an evil grin in his face and all of a sudden started laughing loudly. The young Guardian and all bystanders were puzzled for a moment. Was Throzar gone crazy? After he stopped laughing it got deadly quiet in the alley. The Guardian could even hear the others breathing… not that it was something unusual to him. What was unusual however was that strange sound he suddenly heard, seemingly coming out of nowhere. It sounded like water dripping on stone, yet there was no water in the broken barrels or anything else that could be dripping in sight. Then he felt it, a sudden pain on the left side of his stomach. When he was looking down to see what it was, the Shazri in front of him started to laugh again, but this time everybody in the alley knew why he did. “How did that happen? Why didn’t I see that coming? Am I that much out of practice already?… No, this can’t be it. I defeated Warmaster Roughlin two days ago and he was a sword fight champion, yet he didn’t come as close as this Shazri just did… Get your mind straight now, you’re still in a fight, silly!” the young Guardian was thinking while he was holding the deep bleeding wound with his hand. Throzar was licking some blood from a small dagger he was holding in his hand, obviously enjoying the taste… yet there was something unusual… he couldn’t make out the species from the blood, he never tasted this one before. It didn’t matter much though. It was the taste of his victory over this stupid little boy daring to fight with a Shazri like him. Soon he would die, even if Throzar would have to accelerate it a little.

The crowd got worried. Seeing the blood on the ground they knew it wasn’t a regular bar fight anymore. The boy was unarmed and wounded, bleeding seriously, trying to hold it back with one hand. And their friend Throzar was just about to finish him with another strike from this dagger he had hidden all the time. This was going to change from a fight into murder and they were right in the Capitol City, the safest place in the whole realm. This meant trouble, serious trouble! What if the boy really was a Guardian even? This meant the worst punishment waiting for their friend and maybe themselves even as they didn’t stop him. They shouted for Throzar to end this, to not kill the poor guy, but he didn’t listen. The troll gripped his dagger firmly in his right hand and jumped towards the boy, aiming directly for his throat. A second later a loud metallic clank was to be heard and Throzar’s attack was stopped in mid air, a good distance away from the young Guardian’s throat. The dagger was caught between two other blades of odd shapes that blocked its thrust. Looking down the Shazri realized it was a tail he was looking at, a long scaled tail with horny spikes along the spine and quite some metallic looking blades at the tip! The crowd was stunned, as was Throzar. They didn’t know what was going on anymore. Who was that boy? What was he? “We’re fighting with weapons now, are we?” the young man shouted. “Well, let me introduce you to one of my favourite weapons in my arsenal then!” and with this the tail quickly wrapped around Throzar’s arm and pulled him up into the air throwing him right over the young man and into the next wall. That hurt and the troll was quite dizzy, but still he didn’t want to give up. He pulled a second dagger out of his vest and prepared for his next attack. The Guardian however ducked down, placing all 4 limbs on the ground, the tail raised over his head in a combat stance similar to a scorpion, and opened his mouth. The next moment Throzar suddenly dropped his dagger, feeling a strong pain in his hand. When he was looking down he realized the blade was glowing and smoking! “What was that?!” he yelled. “Nothing else than another one of my favourite weapons.” the young man answered, still in the scorpion-like pose. “I didn’t want to let it come to this, but you didn’t let me any chance either. Now look at my true shape and hopefully you’ll reconsider your wish to fight with me to death!” that said the Guardian started to glow in bright white light, so bright that most of the watchers closed their eyes to not get blinded. After the glow went away again they couldn’t believe what they saw. Never before have they seen a creature like this. The whole body was covered in sturdy red-brown scales with a golden shine, a mighty reptilian looking head with sharp razor like teeth and two long horns coming out of its back. The long sharp claws on hands and feet really looked like natural weapons, the spikes and blades coming out of the arms were just adding to it. But the most unusual thing of it were two large, leathery wings, spread out to the sides. The spikes from the tail were now going down the whole spine from neck to tail tip and the already unusual golden eyes were now glowing really fiery, yet not showing any sign of anger or aggression. It was a strange vision. There was this creature standing in front of them, every body part provided with one or more deadly weapons to use in combat, nobody has ever seen anything like this before, but still they didn’t feel even the slightest trail of fear!

“If you haven’t guessed yet, I’m a dragon!… Don’t tell me we don’t exist, as we obviously do. We are no fairy tales or imaginations either, we are real. You can believe your eyes, if you don’t want to believe my words. And I am also a member of the Guardian Order, as I told you. Not only did you attack me, you also even wounded me. I didn’t want to do that, but it’s the law. In the name of the High Council and the Council’s Government I’m serving I take you under arrest. You will be brought before the court and your case will be judged, though my word alone is all the judges need to let you receive the highest punishment there is for attacking a Guardian, life-long imprisonment in one of the council’s prisons, which in your case will be quite a long time already, Shazri. I really regret it had to come that far, I still don’t want to do that, mind you, but the pain in my stomach and the blood of a dragon spilled all over this place tell me, it’s inevitable… I’m sorry,… please don’t resist further or I, not You, will regret it!”
“A dragon?! That’s impossible! You’re lying! Take that, you filthy magic user!” was all the Shazri wanted to answer to this, still not believing what he saw. He started another attack, to either slay the beast or to stop this filthy magic from working. It didn’t matter to him anymore. The dragon only shook his head, closed his eyes and waited patiently. When Throzar was about to strike with the third and last dagger in his possession, he was suddenly grabbed at his throat and pulled up into the air. The dragon was now standing on his hind legs, the wings folded in and the tail lowered down to the ground, the eyes still closed as if he didn’t want to see what was coming next. While he was bending back a little to catch the thrust with which the Shazri sprung towards him, he quickly pushed him forward throwing him right into the next wall. This time however some stones broke out of the wall, Throzar was immediately knocked out and collapsed down to the floor unconscious. At the moment this happened the dragon did the same, his eyes still closed. “I’m sorry.” was all that could be heard and a few tears were collecting in his eyes. He was lying there on the ground, blood still dripping out from under his belly scales, but didn’t move anymore. “Is he…?” one of the others started to ask. “No, he’s just unconscious… I won’t kill anybody… not if I can prevent it!” the dragon quietly answered. “But still this must have hurt. He’s surely injured now. I hate myself for my inability to prevent it… yet worse is what’s coming next.” and all of a sudden really every door or gate in range sprung open and armed soldiers stormed in, surrounding every being in sight, shouting: “In the name of the High Council, nobody moves! Drop all weapons and don’t resist. You are surrounded!”

After a few moments one of them with golden ornaments on his armour stepped forth and asked: “What’s going on here? What’s all that noise about? Was there a fight going on? Fighting on the streets within the city walls is prohibited! Why is this looking like a battlefield? And…”
“That’s my fault, Guard Captain. I’m responsible for this.” the dragon interrupted. “Who the…? Oh my god!… Guardian Drake, it’s you, isn’t it?!” the Captain asked, almost shocked when he first saw the dragon. “Well, if you know another dragon in the realm, please tell me.” Drake answered and chuckled. “No, Sir, of course I don’t! I was just… what happened here? Were you fighting? You know that’s not allowed, not even to you Guardians!… Wait, is that blood? Your blood?!” Now the Guard Captain was really getting concerned. “Well, do you see Him bleeding?” the dragon asked pointing towards Throzar, “Then it must be mine, yes… He insisted in a fight. I couldn’t prevent it. I take all responsibility for this.”
“You know that’s not going to work, Sir. He attacked you, a Guardian. Therefore his life is forfeit. No judge in the whole realm will punish you for self protection, regardless of how much you beg them for it. How about your wound? How are you, Sir?” the Captain answered. The dragon looked down to the ground and analyzed the amount of blood on the rough stones. “I’m fine, really.” he said, “It’s just a small cut. You know we don’t need that much blood to survive. The wound will close and I will recover soon. There’s no need to worry about me. I’ll just…”
“No, Sir, you won’t!” the Captain interrupted, “With all due respect, you’ll go to Master Ambrosius in the Council Chambers immediately and get your wound cared. Then the High Council is searching for you. You missed your scheduled report during this fight, Sir!… Here, take this to stop the bleeding. I know you Guardians know how to do that.” The Guard Captain reached inside his belt pouch and pulled out some bandages which he held in front of Drake, waiting for him to take them. “Hmm, thank you. They might actually really help. The High Council’s searching for me? Then I’d better report there at once. As I know you, you’ll tell Ambrosius about this right away, won’t you? So I can as well make a short stop at his workshop. I won’t get past his door anyways, when he knows about this.” the dragon said with a smirk and started shifting back into human shape while standing up and pulling his sword out of the ground. His last look went into the eyes of his troll informant, still shaking from fear, and, while leaving back towards the district gate he came in through, shouted: “Now you know how powerful I am. Consider this source of all your fears, the evil wizard Chingorn, out of business already. Farewell.”

1.1. The Hesitant Informant

It was a misty morning in Magia, the Capital City of the Realm of Magic. Although there were a few people rushing along the narrow streets of the southern suburb towards the entry gate to the Central District, where the great market place is located, busy gathering their goods to present them on their stands to the customers soon to arrive, the whole area still had quite a sleepy feeling about it. He likes this time of the day, so peaceful and quiet, yet everything’s beginning to become alive, you can almost sense it how the city’s awakening. Not long and there will be life around you everywhere. A cloaked figure slowly moved towards the gate to the suburb, dressed in a dark grey coat of linen supported by leather parts, only grey leather boots sticking out, his head covered by a dark grey hood, drawn down far enough to hide his face in shadow, only fiery golden faintly glowing eyes giving away a glimpse of magical presence.

When he came closer to the gate the soldiers at both sides suddenly stood at attention and saluted. The man lowered his face, closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. He couldn’t believe what just happened. When he was next to them he stopped and whispered: “Don’t salute me, friends. I’m on duty.” The two soldiers froze in place, their faces showing their starting panic. “Now calm down, there’s nobody around, it’s ok. Nobody witnessed it… this time.” he tried to reassure them. “S-Sir, we, we didn’t know. I-I’m so sorry!” they started to apologize. “No need to apologize, just calm down, guys, before anybody gets suspicious after all. How did you know it’s me anyways?”
“W-We, we… it’s just… this grey clothing, the cloak, the way you hide your face in your hood… just as you Guardians are always described, Sir, trying to look unsuspicious. Yet a cloaked figure like this walking around in the capital city in the early morning… I mean, there are no assassins or the like here, not even thieves dare to venture this area, too many wizards and sorcerers around, they would get discovered in mere seconds. Sir, I apologize, but your appearance is not quite as unsuspicious as you might like it to be.” Now the man was quite puzzled, that was an answer he didn’t expect. Then he started to chuckle, laughing about himself, and said: “I should have known! Well, that’s what you call superior intellect, eh? I’m too much used to walking around like that in all those townships and little villages in the far ends of the realm. It was always comfortable being mistaken for an adventurer or something out there. I should have known it wouldn’t work here in the heart of the realm, our home-base. Oh well, it’s been a long time I wasn’t here. I’m not used to the whole city life business anymore, but it’s good to be here again after all those years. So many things have changed since I last visited the city, I couldn’t recognize most of the districts anymore, and that’s a serious statement coming from one of my kind… Now, I think I won’t need this anymore then.” and the man threw the hood over his head revealing his face and his dark black hair ending close above his shoulders. This however puzzled the two guards now and one of them asked: “What? You’re quite young, friend. You’re sure you are a Guardian? You look like around 20!” The young man didn’t show the slightest sign of being taken aback, but chuckled again. “Actually it is 25, if you have to know… in human age anyways.” he answered, opening his coat, revealing his insignias for a moment, so only they could see. Now the two were shocked again, the whole situation slowly making him feel uneasy. “I apologize, Sir! I hope I didn’t insult you. Does this mean you’re a Magical Being then, a Shape Shifter?”
“Could you please stop calling me ‘Sir’ already?” the young man quickly interrupted “No, you didn’t insult me. You can’t. Yes, that’s right. I’m much older than I look. Though… my own kind still references to me as a ‘young one’, so it’s not that far away from the truth, I guess. Anyways, in reality I’m…” Suddenly the other one of the guards interrupted the young Guardian: “Stop, Sir, we’re getting company!” he said, pointing towards a group of merchants coming closer with their carts full of goods, “We wasted enough of your precious time already anyways. Weren’t you up to some important mission?”
“Hey, why did you… sure, you’re right.” the other one was about to complain, now really interested in the young man’s story, but he also understood the importance of the Guardian staying undiscovered for now, “It was an honour to speak to you.”
“Good day, citizen.” both guards said, now no longer whispering, “Glad we could help you.”
“Oh, ehm, yes, I think I will find it now. Thank you… and good day.” the young man answered, quickly taking up the two guards’ intention to sound like this was just the usual ‘asking for the way’-conversation, but still he was a bit sorry he couldn’t tell his whole story. He loved to tell stories, and he always had quite a lot to tell after all. “Boy, what am I doing? I’m on a mission! Don’t get always side-tracked so easily, silly one!” he thought to himself, starting to continue his walk down the street into the narrow suburb.

After a good number of corners and back alleys the young man arrived at a broader street leading towards the outer wall of Magia. The streets were empty in this part of the city, quite dirty compared to the overall clean and ordered appearance of the capital city, and the air smelled unusual yet familiar. He knew he was at the right place. There was a noticeable scent in the air, exactly what he was looking for, Shazri, a subspecies of Trolls, the worst sort actually, their easily distinguishable scent was just about everywhere. Not that he ever would have trouble distinguishing one species’ scent from another, but these were almost too easy to make out. There was a small and quite shabby looking bar further down the street, from the noise coming out this was the place he wanted to go. As soon as he entered the bar the place became deadly silent, everybody staring towards him, the intruder into their personal realm of remoteness. He could see quite a couple of Shazri Trolls sitting around at the tables. This must be their meeting point of sorts. Some were raising their heads, taking in some air with their nostrils and quickly moving their heads away in disgust. They must’ve smelled him. It was the bartender, a rather well defined muscular human of middle age, somebody you wouldn’t want to mess with in his bar for sure, to first break the silence: “Well, hello, Stranger. What can I bring you? Interested in some Ale, Beer or maybe a good bottle of Wine?”
“Pah! You don’t have any ‘good’ wine, only cheap one… and dirty that is!” one of his customers objected. “Shut up, you worthless son of a bitch! How about you finally pay your bill instead of driving away my customers?” the bartender tried to silence him. “Hey! My mother might have been a bitch, but she was a Troll Bitch, that’s a difference!” he answered. Loud laughter filled the room, nobody really cared about the stranger slowly moving towards the bar anymore. “Only a cup of water, please, I didn’t drink anything for a while.” he ordered. “Water? What do you think this is? A public cistern?… Oh, well, if you insist… here’s your ‘water’, Stranger.” the man said, slightly taken aback, not counting on too much money from this customer, and handed over a really dirty cup filled with what you’d rather describe as ‘mud’ than as actual ‘water’. The young Guardian however didn’t hesitate and took it, taking a huge gulp, filling his dry throat and stomach with some fluid, and then added: “And bring some bread and a well done steak for my friend over there. I guess he’s hungry.” while pointing at a cloaked figure sitting at a table a bit separated back in a corner of the room. The creature jumped up, looking at him a little panicked, then calmed down and seated again, waving the young man to come over and sit down.

After the Guardian sat down next to him, he padded one hand on his shoulder and said: “No need to worry anymore, I’m here to protect you. Now about that information you wanted to give me…”
“Protect me? Are you kidding, kid?” the troll said, getting slightly pale, “How could ‘you’ protect me? Oh, this was a huge mistake. I should never have come here! It’ll be best I leave town immediately before he finds out.”
“Calm down. You didn’t contact me for nothing.” the young man said, his hand still on the poor being’s shoulder. “How could I ever calm down? If he finds out, I’m dead… worse than dead! He’s mighty. He can do things to me I can’t even think of now!… And he ‘will’ know.” the thing objected, almost starting to cry now. “You have my word. You’re now under the protection of my order, in behalf of the High Council itself. Tell me where he is and tomorrow this time he won’t be a threat to you anymore… or to any other being that is.” the young Guardian tried to assure him, but the frightened troll wasn’t convinced yet, “You must be mad! Tomorrow? Even if I tell you where master Chin-, ehm, you-know-who is, you’ll never be able to beat him, not even an army of you!… Oh I’m so dead. I won’t even survive the next day, that’s for sure!”
“Oh, come on, you’re safe now!” the man said, desperately trying to calm him down, “Here you’re inside the capital of the realm. The city’s full of soldiers of the High Council’s Guard, its perimeter magically watched by the High Council’s Mystics, and there are members of our order everywhere to maintain peace and order within the city boundaries. Also there’s no need to fear calling Chingorn’s name out loud. After all he’s only a wizard. A mighty evil wizard, granted, you don’t get on the top 3rd place of the High Council’s Search-and-Arrest List for nothing, but still only a wizard, and one whose days are counted already, not to forget. Just don’t leave the city and you will be safe, nobody will hurt you. As soon as you leave this building two from my order will watch your every step. And whenever you’re in doubt, simply go to the Council Chambers, the safest place in the whole Realm of Magic. Now, just tell me where Chingorn’s hiding, will you?” He took his hand off the miserable being’s shoulder and just sat still on the opposite site of the table, staring deep into him with his fiery golden eyes. “For goodness’ sake, don’t speak his name! I beg you, go away. Just leave me alone, will you? He’s in Goron, in the ruined old fortress of the Order of Light! Now go, leave immediately, get yourself killed over there, crazy child. I’ll see you in the afterlife tomorrow!… Oh I’m so dead by now. I know it.” That was it. Now he had what he was here for, but the young Guardian couldn’t leave, yet. He couldn’t leave this poor being behind like this. “Look into my eyes! You can trust me, you feel it. You ‘must’ feel it.” he said, again to assure the miserable one, “You must have sensed already I’m not your regular every day’s child. Let me assure you, I’m doing this for over 3 centuries now. The top entries of the list are my responsibility. I would have died already many times, if I wasn’t really good in my job, believe me. The High Council personally assigned this task to ‘me’, to nobody else. They trust me. Why can’t you?” The troll was a bit surprised to hear that. He knew already there was something irregular about this person on the opposite site of the table, but he couldn’t really make up what. A human of this young age was already a Guardian? That was impossible. Now he heard ‘3 centuries’ and was really clueless about who or ‘what’ he was talking to. It was a magical being, no doubt, but he never heard about one with such a long lifespan. The top of the Search-and-Arrest List were his responsibility? How could that be? How could he possibly be that strong? This young man certainly didn’t look like that. “W-Who, no, what are you?… No. Don’t tell me. I really don’t need to know. I don’t ‘want’ to know. Just leave me already, will you? You have what you want, leave me alone now! I-I don’t know what to think of it anymore… Get lost! Please…” The young man didn’t want to bother the poor being any longer, took a part of the bread for his way and said: “Well, I’ll leave you now. But never forget, as long as you stay here, you’ll be watched by us. You can feel safe now, trust me. This wizard will never get you, I promise. Soon he’ll be out of business already. Now, enjoy your meat, friend, I hope it’s tasty. Farewell.” With this he stood up, took his stuff and started to leave, walking over to the bar.

“Here, that’s for the meal. And thanks for the… uhm… ‘water’, yeah. If my friend over there needs anything, give him whatever he wishes as long as this lasts.” he said to the bartender handing him a small but perfectly cut diamond. This was a surprise. He wouldn’t have expected something like that from this poorly clothed young stranger. Hesitantly he took the stone and, believing it would only be some sugar crystal or something, took it into his mouth and bit on it before the young man could say a single word of warning. He almost broke a tooth, but in spite of the pain his eyes widened in joy. It was really some sort of crystal, and quite a valuable one, that’s for sure. He was already counting the gold coins he would get for it on the market while still trying to figure out what exactly it might be and especially where this strange guy could have it from in the first place. The young man however turned around, uttering “The rest is for you. I have no use for things like this.” and started to walk away, when suddenly he was stopped forcibly by one of the taller trolls, a really mean looking Shazri with an expression of pure hate in his face.

“Not so fast. You’re not going nowhere, filthy little creature!” the Shazri said with a loud booming voice, certainly freaking the heck out of a regular human, maybe even a tough soldier, “Who do you think you are, coming in here like that, disturbing our seclusion and causing all the annoyance with this stench of yours? This is no place for you filthy magical creature scum! You should’ve never come ‘ere.” The young man wasn’t really surprised by this. Quite used to dealing with trolls and this kind of beings already, he was expecting something like this to happen sooner or later. “Well, then it’s just good I’m already on the leave. I won’t disturb you any longer with my presence, Sir. However,… last time I read it up you trolls were beings of magical origin as well, or am I mistaken?” he stated, slowly starting to walk away already, but the thing stopped him again, yet a bit more violently than last time, “No, no, no. You’re not going anywhere unless I’m done with you, got it? You know what I meant. Of course I meant you dirty pathetic White Magic users, fanatical never-do-wrongs, Gargoyle, Kaiser Cobra, or whatever filthy abomination you are. You think you’re that much better than we others, isn’t it? You’re standing above us, looking down on us, just because of your origins!”
“Hey, now, stop it already! You can call ‘me’ whatever you like. I couldn’t care less. You can never insult me anyways. But don’t insult the honourable members of the High Council themselves, Gargoyle Lord Dakon, head of the Council or Councilor Arumin, one of the last living Kaiser Cobras! Some of them are protecting ‘your’ butt as well as others’ for longer than a century now, don’t forget that!” the young Guardian dropped in, “And anyways, none of us is downgrading any other beings. They as well as I do respect you all, regardless of what you are. This I can tell you!”
“Now look at that! Why so protective about the High Council’s honour? You don’t look like an Official.” the Shazri snapped back, “But even if you were, I couldn’t care less. We didn’t ask them to protect us, but we won’t complain about them risking their lives for ours either… after all, it’s better one of them bites the dust than one of us.” Having said that the creature started to grin evilly, waiting for his selected victim’s response. The young man couldn’t believe what he just heard. This poor ignorant creature actually insulted the honourable High Council, while itself just living inside the capital city of their realm, the best protected place on Earth! It wasn’t easy to hold back his temper, his anger slowly starting to climb up, quite close to taking over. Quickly he reminded himself about what he learned in his youth, what they were always told by their teachers and sometimes even some of the elders themselves. It wasn’t really becoming dangerous yet, but still feelings like hate and anger uprising inside of him wasn’t right for his kind, he didn’t like himself being that weak right now and quickly started to meditate a little, to reorder his thoughts, and calmed down. After breathing in and out deeply a few times he regained his inner peace and started to talk his way out of this situation, trying to prevent unnecessary fights the best he could. “Alright. Now why don’t you simply let me leave in peace so you can go back to your business, whatever it might be? I don’t want any trouble with you and you don’t want any trouble with me, believe me.”
“Hah! How pathetic. ‘You don’t want any trouble with me, believe me.’ That’s hilarious. I’m gonna crush you right ‘ere, filthy little thing!” the Shazri answered, definitely not intending to let him leave without a fight. “Stop it, you two, right now! This is not the place for a bar fight, got it?” the barkeeper dropped in. “Now wait a minute… where’d be the place for a bar fight if not in a bar?” one of the other customers objected, quickly silenced by the barkeeper “Shut up! You better start paying your bills or you won’t get any wine from me anymore, got that? Now as for you, Throzar, let this boy go or you’ll get into trouble with me, understood? How dare you offending my valuable paying customers?”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t want that, but it seems he won’t let me leave without a fight. After all, that’s what he intended the second he first saw me coming in. I don’t think you can stop him now.” the young Guardian excused. “That’s bloody damn right! Must’ve used your precious white magic to read my thoughts, didn’t you?” the troll interrupted. Only shaking his head the young man answered “No. Apart from me not knowing how to use any spells, it wasn’t necessary after all either. I could simply read it in your eyes… Now if that’s what you’re after, let me warn you one more time. A fight with me won’t do you any good. It’s not me but only you insisting on it, so simply forget about it and I’ll leave right now. But I sense this is not going to happen unfortunately. So let me show you something.” saying that he suddenly threw his coat away, revealing the uniform of a high-ranking member of the Guardian Order, the secret protectors of the Realm of Magic, responsible only to the High Council itself.
“A Guardian? YOU?! Pah, impossible! You’re lying, filthy little magic user! That’s nothing else than a cheap and dirty trick to scare me, an illusion or something, hah. I won’t fall to that prank, that’s for sure.” the Shazri countered, now even more angered than before. “That’s right. I am a Guardian. You know what punishment awaits you for attacking a Guardian in this realm? Attack me now and I’ll arrest you right away. Believe me. You won’t stand a chance against a Guardian.” The young man could again only shake his head about such ignorance. The rest of the crowd inside the tavern however now got absolutely quiet. They haven’t seen a Guardian in person ever apart from the few rare occasions when some of them were performing a parade escort through the streets for honoured guests of the realm on an official visit to the council chambers. They clearly remembered the uniform however, with all its shiny metallic insignias and ornaments. Some of them even started to warn their friend that this is not a trick, this is really an authentic uniform and this young boy really must be a Guardian, but he didn’t seem to care for it anymore. The troll was in a rage now which could only be calmed by a fight. Unfortunately it seemed this was inevitable right now.

“Oh well, if you insist, you don’t leave me any option. But why don’t we go out into the back alley? There’s more space for a fight and we won’t damage anything inside here.” The Shazri agreed hesitantly, but otherwise he would’ve gotten into trouble with the barkeeper for damaging the furniture, so it wasn’t that a bad idea. They left through the back door, the barkeeper and most of the customers quickly following. Nobody wanted to miss this fight, especially because they all wanted to know how such a young man could actually be a Guardian. The back alley wasn’t that much larger than the bar was, but still there were no tables, stools or lamps in the way and nothing valuable could get broken easily. “Now first let me get rid of this, I don’t want to spill any blood in this fight.” the young Guardian said pulling a long red-golden-coloured sword with many artistic ornaments on the hilt and the blade out of its sheath. “Hah, isn’t that thing a bit too big for you, boy? I doubt you can even wield it!” the troll shouted with a smirk on his face. “Trust me, if there’s need to, I can very well wield it… with ease.” the young man objected taking the sword in both hands, swinging it around once and then thrusting it deep into the solid stone ground to half of its length, like a knife through butter. While he was walking towards the puzzled looking Shazri to get ready for the fight he never wanted to fight, the blade was still stirring, sending light vibrations through the ground and air. One of the bystanders got curious and carefully touched it, only to realize he couldn’t move it a single inch, and the blade was actually emitting quite an unusual warmth. “Still insisting on our fight?” the Guardian asked, getting into position and closing his eyes. After he realized his jaw had dropped down by the sight the troll quickly shook his head to focus on the fight he wanted more than anything else right now and shouted: “Bring it on! I want to make you suffer for what you are! And I am going to spill some blood… Your blood!”