Valsar stared at his appointment from the other side of the arena. He breathed quietly as he just stared, narrowing his eyes more and more.

Valsar had black hair, which was shiny and set on his shoulders. His eyes were a dark brown, but as anger grew inside of him they blended into a green and a yellow which set appoinents running for the hills.

"Small..but seems to be well equipt" Valsar muttered under his own breath as he began inspecting the other man from head to toe. The man seemed to have  blonde hair which had curls around his ears. The eyes of this man seemer to be a red at a distance...but that couldn't be possible. No one could of been born with red eyes at this time, unless they were a ...Trioya.

The Trioya family were the most famous and wealthy family in this realm. They were famous for winning battles and teaching children all round from a young age.

Valsar gasped. He couldn't believe it. He was up against a Trioya. Excitment filled his mind but then anxiousness started to creep in. These Trioya's where well trained in combat and were known for a one hit kill... They had iron armor with a iron sword, the handle being made out of the strongest oak. However, for arena battles they always used the long but yet small dagger. It was the sharpest blade ever to exist, one swipe from that and you'll be a goner. Trioya's armor wasn't that strong infact but their skills of using weapons were.

Valsar, on the other hand, was completely different to the Trioya's. His family , the "Visorians", were second famous because they never had a technique, they just winged every round.

For this special round, Valsar was equipt with the finest oak and iron bow with arrows made from a blade nearly as sharp as the Trioya's dagger. He also had a machete with a curved edge, perfect for quick attacks. However, he had no armor.

"Visorian and a Trioya. Oh my, never seen this before." A man walked into the arena spoke clearly, he was dressed in a long white robe with a belt which carried a knife.

He was the commander and judge of this fight. Fights like this were held every 6 months. One male child from each house had to attend. It was a tradition going back centuries. It was entertainment for the king and queen but also a way to prove yourself to the city.

The arena was immense, brick walls and poles surrounded the outside. Seating was placed around the battle arena in a slope format. But, the battle ground was rough,bumpy and covered in sand.

A balcony was on one of the walls of the stadium, that was where the monarchs and the commander sat.

"Alright both of you." The commander coughed. "State who you are. Trioya, please."

The Trioya glanced upwards and cleared his throat. "The name's Mael. Eldest son of my parents, Alina And Triston Trioya. I was chosen by them to make history today. Not my brothers, they chose me." He smirked as he put on his helmet.

The commander grinned and clapped. "Indeed you will make history." He clapped as the audience clapped aswell.

"Now the Visorian." He tilted his head at Valsar and sighed.

Valsar looked around and gulped, going sweaty. "I....I am, Valsar. One of the five sons of Lady Visorian and Harold Visorian." He scratched the back of his neck. "They don't know I have entered today. They...didn't think I could. They said to me ever since I was young that I wasn't needed..." He trailed off, sighing.

The commander blinked. "Okay. Thankyou Valsar!" And soon after everyone clapped.

"Now, you both know the rules. Remember, this is life or death. You are hear at your own risk." He spoke softly. "Let the battle commense!" He howled as he walked to the staircase leading to the balcony.

Valsar stared at Mael. Mael looked right back at him.

"3....2...."The commander yelled.

"Oh You May not want a sword of that thinness for this Mael." Valsar said, just loud enough so Mael could hear. It was obvious he heard, a bit of uneasiness showed as he looked down in confusion.

"1!" And then it started.

Mael charged,pulling out his dagger as he ran to Valsar. Valsar smirked more and dodged at the last second causing Mael to tumble.

"How is that possible!" Mael exclaimed,getting on his feet. Mael was a big guy, much bigger and taller than Valsar.

"Magic." Valsar smirked,swiftly taking out his bow and lining an arrow in it.

"We are just..." He aimed it as Mael charged towards him once more.

"Quick on our feet" He whispered as he shot the arrow. Valsar had aimed it perfectly at the helmet at the little gap for the eyes. The arrow sliced through,stabbing through Mael's eyeball. 

Valsar ran backwards,going behind Mael as he roared in pain.

A cheer was heard but also mutters where heard such as "that's sorcery!" and "How did he do that?".

Valsar wasn't done though. Seeing the blood spurt out from the eye gap in the helment he took another arrow and aimed it.

In pain, Mael removed his helmet,taking out his massive long sword. The arrow had imbedded itself in his eye, blood pouring down his face and chest. "Now you go it kid."

"No I don't." Valsar winked, shooting another arrow at his other eye.

In shock, Mael dropped the sword and roared louder.  He was now blind.

Valsar still wasn't done. To just finish him off, he launched his machete at his neck, causing it to slice clean off.

Silence. All you could hear was silence. Valsar looked around, gulping. He just won but everyone looked...stunned. "Did I win?"

"Oh you won alright." A deep voice growled as an army of soldiers bashed down the gates of the arena.

Valsar gulped. Shit. They found him.

There was a truth about Valsar...He was a wanted criminal and an undercover killer, like a hitman.

"We got you now Visorian." The soldier shouted, taking out his sword.

"Nope." Valsar laughed as he sprinted to the balcony stairs. The soldier groaned and chased after him.

Valsar ran up until he was on the balcony, he climbed onto the top of the wall from there and smirked.

"Ha! No where to go now Valsar. 100ft drop from there." The soldier cackled.

"Y'sure?" Valsar shrugged as he leaned backwards and fell down and down and down....

Valsar wasn't seen since. Neither were his parents or other brothers. He was now a legend. The only man to beat a living Trioya. His body wasn't discovered so it was comfirmed he never died as he fell...

His tale lived on years after.

"Father?" My son asked,walking up to me one night.

"Yes Jack?" I replied, raising one eyebrow.

"You know that Valsar story? Did they ever find him?"

I blinked. "Who knows. But they know he didn't die. Who knows though son, their future generation may be someone who lives around here."
Suddenly the doorbell went.

"Pizza!" Jack exclaimed whilst I laughed, opening the door. Their stood a man with long black hair who had a small smile. "Evening."

"Hello!" I smiled,giving him the money and taking the pizza. "You look new..we usually know all the workers at that pizza place..."

"What's your name?" Jack asked.

The man laughed kneeling down. "Louis Visorian. I got a step brother named Harry Trioya." He smiled.

I froze and blinked at my son. He stared at me back. I laughed and looked back at the man "Nice to meet you, thank you for the pizza!" He said before shutting the door.

"Maybe they made an alliance by marriage!" Jack shouted.

"Shhh! Keep it down." I chuckled,opening the box where a fresh pizza lay.

"I will write a book about that tale when I'm older. And I'll add my own ending." Jack grinned.

I looked at my son and just smiled. "Go on kiddo, forfil your dreams."

(THIS  IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I LISTEN TO A PARTICULAR SONG AND WRITE WHATEVER COMES TO MY MIND. THIS WILL BE SO CONFUSING FOR YOU MAYBE BUT IT MADE Sense for me..Its just a story about two families in battle and its a legend..Yeah. .~. )