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[The_Emperor]

The warrior stood there on the open plain, beside the great aqueduct that had been built by his ancestors.

Resting on his sword, he gazed through the purple haze of the moonlight searching for the reason he came to this place... Marvelling at the impressive structure.

The warrior watched carefully from beneath his helm, His eyes constantly scanning the horizon for the threat. The wait went on. Waiting… Waiting…

Before long a shape stirred in the haze and shadows before him as another armoured warrior stepped forward brandishing his sword.

Standing not far from each other the two men faced off against each other, the breath before the duel.

Their grievances ran deep from a vicious blood feud that had long existed between their great houses. Nobody knew the cause of the feud it had been lost in time, like so much that once was. All that was left was hatred.

So it was the last sons of each great and noble house stared at each other across the darkness, ready to bring to a final end the vicious cycle of hate.

Picking up their swords, the two armoured men charged against each other, as the clang of steel echoed out into the moonlit darkness of the night...