*Clink Clank Clink Clank*
The rattling sounds of the shackles of a prisoner can be heard. A man with a buff body, muscles all over, shackles on arms and legs is walking slowly with two prison guards behind his back. On the left and right of the man, there were nothing but prison cells with inmates, all staring at the big man.
Whispers among the inmates were heard. "Isn't that Arthur Fistworth!?" Another inmate, "Yeah! That's definitely him. I saw him in the world tournament last year. He was in the finals." "What's he doing here?"
Walking upto a cell is the corner, Prison guard, "From now on, this is where you will be staying,prisoner." As soon as he said that, the other guard pushed Arthur into the cell.
*Thud* The prison cell's bar was closed.
Arthur looked around. There was only a stone table if thats what you would call a bed. A bathroom from ages ago was by the corner all filthy and smelly.
This was a single person cell though it was big enough to accomodate two prisoners. Just the right size for Arthur.
Arthur sighed before resigning to his new found stone bed, "This is the 9th time they transfered me over the 15 days of my imprisonment. They really want to keep me locked up forever."
Looking over to the single barred window of the cell, A frown appeared on Arthur's face, "Where are you,Blade? Please hurry."
THE NEXT DAY
"Wake up! Wake up, you lousy asses!" A prison guard shouted.
*Thud*
All the bars of all the cells opened automatically at the same time. All the prisoners were heading in a single direction. Arthur decided to go with the flow.
Suddenly, Arthur felt a tap on his back, "Yo, big guy. Are you really 'The' Arthur Fistworth?"
Arthud nodded.
"Woah! I can't believe it. You gotta be lying. Why are you here?" asked the confused prisoner.
"Shit happens, you know" Exclaimed Arthur.
"Couldn't have said it better myself" said the prisoner smiling.The prisoner, placing his two hands behind head said, "Lets go eat first. I'm hungry" Arthur also agreed.
Prison Cafeteria
Other prisoners also gathered around where Arthur was sitting. The Prisoner who tapped Arthur a moment back introducd himself, "I'm Marcus. Nice to meet ya." Arthur also formally introduced himself.
Everyone was shocked when they were able to confirm that they were in the presence of Arthur Fistworth.
Arthur was no ordinary figure. He was last year's World Tournament finalist. Many had hoped that Arthur would win using his mighty gauntlets and take home the prize but alas, fortune wasn't by his side.
"So, Arthur, what brings you here?" a prisoner asked.
"Misfortune" replied Arthur sarcasticly.
Marcus chuckled, "Well, Misfortune is a relative of all the prisoner here. If there is no problem with you, would you mind sharing as to why you became a prisoner?"
Arthur looked at everyone at the table, all had a curious look in their eyes. They all looked like lost travellers who were looking pleadingly at a passerby for directions.
"It's a long story. The Dean of this prison establishment might transfer me again before I can finish the story." explained Arthur.
Everybody had a look of disappointment on their face. One of the prisoner pushed on, "I'm fine with it. I'll hear it even if it is half." Other prisoners agreed and pushed Arthur to tell the story.
"Alright, if everybody wants to hear my story, then who am I to stop?" gestured Arthur.
One of the prisoner's shouted, "Everyone, Gather around. Arthur Fistworth is gonna tell us how he ended up here."
Everbody in the cafeteria, even the food distributor and prison guards gathered around to hear the story.
Arthur started, " Does anyone know Blade Emperor?"
As soon as those words left Arthur's mouth, everyone gasped.
Everybody knew of The Blade Emperor. He was extraordinary. He had a low level, around the fifties yet he overpowered those who where in their three hundreds. Going beyond level hundred is a great feat in itself. Most common man reach a maximum of 80 yet they cannot kill a Behemoth on their own. Going beyond 300 means one has gained the qualification to join the 6 Heavenly Knights.
6 heavenly Knights, is the elite squad formed by the King of Shamlot. They work under his direct command. Only the strongest people in the whole entire kingdom is chosen to form this squad.
It is rumoured that he once took on 3 of the 6 Heavenly Knights of the Kingdom of Shamlot. Yet, he emerged victorious.
Though Blade appears to be an average 20 year old boy, his eyes says other wise. Those brownish-black eyes looked as if he had lived a hundred years.
Marcus looked into Arthur's eyes, "Yeah, we know him. You lost to Blade Emperor at the finals last year."
Arthur, looking back into his mind, he thought to himself, "Damn, that was a glorious fight."
Arthur snapped back, "Alright, continuing were we left off. I was going for a battle...
*BOOM!*
Prison alarm sounded off. Red light, red light, red light everywhere.
*Clang Clang Clang*
Swords clashing with each other were heard and
*Boom* another explosion.
Agitated by surrounding scenerio, "What's happening?" Everyone was afraid, "Don't know! This has never happened before." a prisoner claimed.
*Roar*
Arthur flinched, " That noise! "
Infront of the cafeteria gate, the door busted open. Smoke everywhere. In that smoke, The silhouette of a young man could be sparsely made out. Arthur immediately made recognized who that man was.
That man, placing the big buster blade on his shoulder while holding its handle, posing like a badass was becoming more and more clear.
Blade Emperor, scratching the back of his head and smiling broadly, "Sorry, buddy, for being late. A lot has been happening in my life."
Arthur, excited like a child who was going to buy a candy bar, "Now, That's an entry!"