Soul_Monarch000

On the border of a kingdom named Caradel in a deep and great forest a man could be seen running, being chased by a group of men wearing armor as arrows flew in the air. One striking true to its target striking the man in the shoulder nevertheless the man continued running. The man named Baranor, a young man who had orange eyes black hair and tanned skin with a slight scruffy beard  was running for his life while thinking to himself.

'How did this happen?!' 

Baranor running out of air feeling exhausted, and the blood flowing from his shoulder running down his back mixing with his sweat, Baranor stared in front of him only to see a drop off nearly 100 meters in front of him.

The men behind him also seemed to notice that Baranor was running out of time, as nearly every single one of them let out a grin, as they approached the edge Baranor slowed to a halt, as did the men behind him.

"Give up prince! Just accept what's to come, after all the throne is no longer yours to inherit!" Said the man leading the soldiers

"I will never! Not after what you did to my men, not after what he did to my father!" Baranor replied

"Hmph! So be it, I offer you life just for you to accept death" The man stated

"Life? Life! you offer me death now or later, do you really think i'd be stupid enough to hand over the throne after witnessing your coupe against my father!" Baranor replied

"Hmm, it seems your unwilling even till the end, Very well, Archer's! Fire!" The man commanded

Baranor was now stuck between a rock and a hard place either jump off the cliff to a seemingly doomed fate or accept the fate that the man in front of him was offering. As he thought what he should do he heard the command the man spouted feeling the stress of the situation and his adrenalin nearly running out he decided. He'd rather die by his own hands than give the man in front of him that satisfaction! As he thought this he immediately took a step back falling to his doom.

The man not expecting this looked rather confused only for his face to twist into a grin. 

'Finally! Good riddance my dear prince!' The man said as he looked as the boy fell through the tough branches of the trees below

Baranor looking up at one of the men that betrayed him thought to himself

'Is this how i really die? Well what can i say, i tried, i gave it my all.......'

As Baranor was accepting his fate he thought back on his life only to be filled with rage

'No! I refuse to accept this laying down! Quintin I will come for you! I will come for all those who dare raise their sword to their king! No matter what! even if i have to accept a deal from the devi-'
that was the last thought Baranor had before he hit the ground

When Baranor hit the ground he didn't even feel the pain, just the shock, as it traveled through his body as his eyes slowly blurred he built up all his will to not pass out

'I refuse! I have to keep moving!' Baranor thought as he turned his body over back up

When Baranor was starting to lose hope he started to hear faint whispers as he looked at the direction the whispers came he saw a cave, almost as if the whispers were drawing him in he forced himself to crawl and keep crawling, no matter what Baranor refused to stop crawling.

Finally when Baranor arrived to where he heard the faint whispers they became louder almost screaming in his head as he saw it, a ring, resting on what looked to be an ancient place holder for it.

Baranor grabbed the ring and lay on his back as he gathered his strength and said "My Fate! Is my own!"

As he slid the ring on his finger.

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-Author here
Just a quick disclaimer! This novel is heavily inspired by lord of the rings if you couldn't tell also it's because i only ever saw one other story on a ring.

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