[closed]I will be king! (of swordsmanship)

[Jarad]

Jango had finally lost consciousness and while he was unconscious, the guards had taken him to the local Doctor. While this was happening, people had started to gather around Jango and no one was able to find that man that had done this. Which was to be expected since raziel was probably smart enough to get away from the area where the boy was.
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Two days later.....
Jango finally awoke from his deep slumber that the poison had put him in. It was odd. He had never encountered a poison that was strong enough to put you to sleep, yet weak enough to let you live. Though he was sure that the doctor was the one who had healed him. He tried to move but winced in pain. Someone was in the room and moved to Jango's side, "Don't move boy, your arm is broken and will take a long time to heal. I hope you didn't have anything planned for the next few weeks, because you shouldn't be moving or using that arm of yours until it is healed." Jango was still in a slight daze and just nodded at the guards words.

[-•=Ràzïê£=•-]

Moving into the house, the guard quickly turned around and Kintoe raised his hand and the man simply fell to the ground, snores quickly rippling off his lips. Staring at the boy, a smile pressed to the man's face as he stood there beneath the brown hood. It was normal for him to hide who he was, though none knew that he was a god, for no one knew his face. Removing the hood, the short brown hair fluttered about his head as his eyes stared at the boy in front of him, "Fate is a horrible word, dear boy, and you have a fit of destiny about you, though someone seeks to ruin it," he spoke, his voice soft as he moved close to the bed. "A darkness to the north is growing," he continued as his hand began to hover over the boy's arm and his eyes traced down it, "and Karnthya is going to be in a fight that they might not survive." Stopping, his eyes raised to stare into the boys, the brown hues showing the seriousness within them, if the boy had any doubts by now, "The Darkness of the North has the power of gods on their side, but we have you. Your destiny is about to unfold, Jango, and you'll have to grow up really quick to fill those shoes, but for now," he smiled softly as a bright light filled his palm and shot into Jango's arm, filling his entire body with an odd warmth. He could feel his body mend itself as if nothing else mattered, "Seek your companions, Jango, for they will help you upon the hard path ahead." Perhaps this was wrong to force this destiny upon him, but Kintoe knew enough to know that Kelt wanted this body specifically, dead, so he was a threat and he would make sure he was able to be one when the time came.

[Jarad]

Jango had been asleep, though when he awoke and saw the guard fall to the ground, he had only been half awake. He could hear everything the person by him said, but after the man said seek your companions, Jango was wide awake, he moved without thinking and quicker then lightening and grabbed the mans hand. "Who are you?" He asked the man in a serious tone.

He let go of the man's hand, having a feeling that the man meant no harm. "Sorry, but what are you talking about? Nothing you said made sense." Jango wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not, but he knew that something this man said didn't seem right.

[-•=Ràzïê£=•-]

As the boy had grabbed his hand and began to ask his simple question, Kintoe only laughed a little, yet said nothing of his name. Jango needed not to know his name, for if it did, it would give the other gods a reason to come to Karnthya to stop him. Shaking his head, he let the boy talk more as he looked back at him. He was so young and had a never ending heart of gold, how could he possibly be a threat? Kintoe didn't know how, but he was going to make sure he lived long enough to be so. "Your destiny Jango, that is what I am speaking of. The very reason you were born the way you are, but don't worry, things will fall into place when they must, for now, follow your heart, I am sure it will guide you perfectly." Wise words or idle ranting? Kintoe didn't know, but he was hoping they would help. Moving back to wards the exit, he stopped momentarily at the door, "Be careful of the darkness, little one," he stated than was simply gone as if he had never been in the house at all.

[Jarad]

"God...." HE said to himself in astonishment as the man just disappeared. He didn't know the man was a god, he thought the man had used some sort of time magic to teleport away. He sighed, "Well, I think I am well enough to walk around." HE said to himself.

He had been asleep for two days after the incident, and then had been resting for a week. It had been 10 days since he fought Raziel and it was on the tenth day the messenger god Kintoe had come to Jango and warned him of his fate. Though many people would run from this, or run to it to quickly and die, the hand of fate chose a boy who would be well prepared for such a journey. Jango, a swordsman who's dream is to be the master of swordsmanship. His name will be with those of hero's. Or if he failed, it would be with those of the enemy. His fate, and maybe even the fate of the land's is up to him.