I felt like a real hero. I became proud. And who could blame this feeling? It was natural after winning some big event like Warrior Battle Fest and being crowned as the world's best.
Oliver came up to me and patted my back. He sure looked disappointed of his defeat but he was proud of me. I hugged him and finished by saying Good Game! (Again, I was too happy to care about hugging.) Holding each other, we reached the outer area of the stadium where the host had been waiting for us.
"There are our finalists, making their way together, showing true friendship! This battle was surely unlike any other." The host said. I noticed that Rock Flames was making his way to the ground. He came closer, patted me and smiled.
"Kids like these prove that the future is in safe hands." Rock Flames declared for which he got applauded as usual. I could see the trophy making its way to me. It was made out of gold. It was the statue of a sword, representing the fighting spirit of each warrior in the world. Rock Flames took the trophy and handed it over to me. I grabbed its base with both hands and took it. "You have earned this, kid. May Lord Ison bless you!" He said as gave it to me.
Then he turned to Oliver who was admiring my trophy. "You played well, too." Rock Flames said. I had earlier not noticed it but he also had a silver trophy with him. The trophy had a hammer's statue. Rock Flames handed it over to Oliver. "It's yours." He said. Oliver's happiness was clearly showing on his face.
The show ended and everything got rapped up perfectly. I was now back in the hotel room where my father was filled with so many praises for me that he could not speak. He started off with, "Well, that was cool!" (Pretty lame to tell this to the champion.)
I was packing my bag to go back home. My father helped me with it. "I am sure your granny will be proud of you. She would be excited to see you." He said. I nodded in agreement and kept packing my bag. Just then, dad's phone started ringing. He attended it and his jaws dropped. He gave the phone to me and quickly exclaimed, "It is Rock Flames!"
I was too lost to ask him how Rock Flames got his number. I took the phone. "It's you Blaze." Rock Flames said. I replied, "Yes it's me. What's wrong sir?"
"Blaze, I need to talk to you and Oliver. I have called him as well. Come to my office tomorrow at 9:00 am. I'll text you the address. And tell your father to go back home. This may take some time." He said and cut the call.