The journey to the capitol was rather uneventful. Canonically, they completed the journey in 3 days despite the distance being several hundred miles.

The Convoy arrived at the capitol. The capitol city was larger than anything Jace had ever seen. He was absolutely astonished by the size. It was incredibly large, housing more people than Jace had ever known. “How large is this city?” Jace asked audibly, despite thinking that he wasn't saying anything.

“The capitol extends for 25 miles on each side but the city itself is around 2000 acres” The princess answerd.

“That's cool and all, but what is a mile? I'm pretty sure this universe didn't have a Roman empire, so there's no historical context for calling any distance a mile.”

As the carriage rolled through the gate the bustling atmosphere of the city became apparent to Jace. People wove in and out of the streets, entering bars, shops, and alleys. Children ran about, darting left and right, chasing each other through the hoards of people. Not a single person spared much but a passing glance until their eyes caught sight of the carriage. “The hero is here! The hero is here!” a man exclaimed. Several crowds of people gathered on the sides of the street, leaving nothing less than a tight path towards the magnificent castle.

As Jace stood valiantly, he wondered if this was the right path for him. After all, he had never even gone so far as the next village, and had certainly never seriously fought anything before. He eventually resolved that, in order to truly become the hero the world needs, he must cast away these trivial thoughts and focus solely on the task ahead of him.

Trivialy, his path, to master the sword and seal away the unspeakable evil, started by training not unlike the other knights of the kingdom. His swordmaster, a tall and stout elderly knight, peered at him with soulless eyes. “You do not have what it takes to become a master of the blade!” He snapped.

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“But I must, for I am the chosen Hero!” Jace replied.

“We shall see.” The old man replied.

Their spar started and in a flash of movement the old man appeared behind Jace, promptly knocking him off of his feet.

What in the two hundred seventy eight thousand and eleven gods was that? Jace could not comprehend what just happened! “What in the two hundred seventy eight thousand and eleven gods was that?” he then asked.

“I used a fraction of the power that flows through each and every knight! In doing so my very reality warped such that I could be seen as moving with the speed of a Borgmoforgoboromor toad. This power is called The Power. Now that you know of it, you must use it.”

With that, Jace arose. Focusing on his left index toe, he conjured fourth all The Power he could muster. In this heightened state, he too could move as fast as a Borgmoforgoboromor toad. He swung the sword that conveniently was given to him during a time not described in the book. The very atoms in the path of the blade were split, causing a gale wind to slice down a tree 32.1772 feet away.

“You have mastered The Power. I wish I could stay longer, but my time has come. A curse had been placed on me. The time for that curse has come and it will take my life. The time comes for us all, so even though my time has come earlier than I would have liked, I take solace knowing that I trained the hero in my time. Goodbye.” In his final moments, the old man smiled, knowing that there was nothing more that he could teach Jace. When the old man’s time finally came, his head exploded in a spell of cursed flames, melting his skin, eventually consuming his whole body until there was nothing left but ash.

Horrified, Jace vowed to defeat the super evil demon lord of death and decay, whose real name must never be said, so that the death of his master would not be in vain, “I shall defeat the super evil demon lord of death and decay, whose real name must never be said, so that the death of my master will not be in vain!