Carlin was excited. he was finally going to realize his dream.
half an hour later, the fights had started.
he had beaten every challenger faced against him.
there was only one left..and carlin was ready for him.
heading out there, a boy no older that 13 faced off against carlin.
the announcer spoke.
"this round has been specifically requested by the king himself. it will determine your faithfulness and dedication to the keyblade knights. begin!"
the boys rushed each other. swords clashed and shields rang. they faced off fiercely for a hour and a half before carlin got the upper hand.
his opponent lost his shield and panicked. he rushed carlin, only to be disarmed.
"i win!"
"wrong!" the announcer cried.
"i said earlier...this is a special request match. in order to win...your opponent must die by your hand."
carlin faces the kings box.
the king stands and the crowd hushes.
"it is true. at such a young age, you are unreliable. to prove to me you are capable, you must kill this boy in front of me and everyone here. do this...and the position of keyblade knight...is yours!"
carlin approaches the boy. he is sobbing.
"please...spare me....i would do...the same for you...."
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