The front lines. The place where the intensity of battle was fueled and the line between life and death was to be drawn. Not in some war room, but here; past Clontarf, Dubgall's Bridge and River Tolka, facing the gates of Dublin City. This was where legends would be made.
Cillian was the representative of Class 1-A of the Templar Academy. He was their strongest warrior. He was the best, but he never felt like it. Not after his humiliating defeat to the unaffiliated swordswoman, Yoon Sun-young. Cillian was born and raised as a footballer. He played at a high-college level and eventually made it to the English Football League. He had never managed to snatch a position in the luxurious Premier League. An athlete of the highest calibre yet not the best. A young man that made decent money and lived a decent life.
