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Daybreak came the next day, and with it came the sun, raining its light down upon Holden thus heating up the small town as it ascended into the skies. The village lay beneath the extensive Ames mountain range. Although the mountains were not exactly colossal, the cliffs that Holden was placed next to were extremely steep. As a result, it was a rarity for any of the townsfolk to attempt to cross the range. A river, named Nysa, flowed parallel to the Ames mountain range and thus ran directly past Holden. In addition to the Ames mountains and Nysa river, the settlement was surrounded by vast plains as far as the eye could see. Not much else, however, was presented by such a miniature settlement. The village bred small amounts of livestock, just enough to get by. Unfortunately, all of this livestock, along with many of the crops they had spent all summer growing, had just been lost at the hands of a band of robbers. This had not been the first time a raid had occurred upon the village. The assaults began in early summer and it was now already fall. Throughout the entire summer, Holden had been consistently stormed by brutes. The villagers had no means of defense and were constantly finding themselves at the mercy of the ruthless killers who invaded their peaceful community.

After months of misery, the town finally decided to send out their strongest warrior to distant kingdoms. A tournament was held to determine who was to be sent. Therefore, as the winner of the tournament, Ihawxd was preparing for his journey. The town champion was setting out early in the morning, but the small amount of townsfolk who were awake at the time gathered together to say goodbye. In an extremely short and informal ceremony, the town elder handed Ihawxd the closest thing that Holden had to a weapon, a blunt sword.

"Use this only when you must." warned the wise looking old man.

Ihawxd thanked him briefly and, without further ado, rode off into the distance.