Chapter Four pt. 2–Tournament of Games

Morgan walked to the village, alone, under the cover of darkness, to pick up her supplies for the tournament. Her first thoughts were, why would the crown send them to the village shoppe? Would she have to pay for them out of her own pocket? Then she realized that the crown had sent a note of payment to the village for the supplies, glistening royal armor and a glittering royal broadsword with jewels on the handle.

 

After Morgan returned from the village, she found Count Innocent at one of the training dummies. "That's the only fighter you're going to be able to beat," she taunted.

 

Really?" replied Count Innocent. "Well, we shall see about that."
You are so done, Morgan thought to herself. Once Her Majesty finds out about your treachery to Arkovia, the next place you're going is the Pit.

 

Morgan and Count Innocent began the contest. "You've excellent technique, for a woman," Innocent began, "too bad it's the end of your road."

 

Count Innocent lashed Morgan across her jaw, coming mere inches from her mouth. Shaken for now, Morgan wiped herself off and stood straighter.

 

Slowly but surely Morgan began to gain an advantage over the Tredonian fencer.

 

"I don't know who you think you are," taunted Morgan, "but I dare say there isn't anyone in this tri-kingdom area more proficient with a sword than I."
"You are not a woman," shouted Count Innocent, "I don't know what you are."

 

Morgan let out another mighty lash, sending Count Innocent flying backward. She let out a primordial scream afterwards.

 

Finally, Count Innocent fell to the ground. Morgan was declared the winner of this evening's fencing competition.

 

Now that Count Innocent was, well, down for the count, Morgan received an invitation to celebrate in the royal castle.