The war with the Demon King was going badly, to put it bluntly. The kingdom, once a flourishing and beautiful land, is now beset by poverty and an oppressive, perennial cloud covering. 

To solve this problem, the wizened Sage Horvath came up with the ultimate Find spell. To Find something (or someone) who could defeat the Demon King. The calculated mana cost would be enormous and another sacrifice would need to be made: the Palace's gigantic mana crystal, used to power its magical defenses - but the logic was sound, what was the use of defenses if they had what they required to easily defeat the enemy?

Preparations were made, magical lines drawn. On the top floor of the palace's wizarding tower, the highest point in the kingdom, a powerful ritual was prepared. Even King Randolph was present, already having prepared a lenghty speech for any occasion, now pacing to and fro while waiting for the right time to activate the magic.

The great cathedral's bell sounded, and Sage Horvath nodded, lifting his old, frail hand and waving it in the air, leaving a trail of cyan magical particles behind. 

The giant mana crystal in the middle of the room started reverberating, shaking and glowing, drawing further energy from the air. Suddenly, it exploded in floating dust, before swirling towards the center of the room. The light was quickly becoming blinding, and the King approached fearlessly, squinting to try and see what was being summoned.

The glowing dust, initially a formless, cloudy mass, was transforming into a vaguely humanoid shape. Horvath approached aswell, intense effort visible on his old, bearded face, trying his best to control the powerful magical energies of the ritual. 

The spell was clearly summoning a person, from further away than was thought possible. Randolph gulped and reminded himself of the speech he prepared for this exact case. 

Slowly, the glow started fading, clearly showing the shape of the Hero - a young male, not too muscular, not too high, with black hair and eyes tightly closed, looking perfectly average if not for his exotic clothes. 

The King relaxed a bit as he clearly wasn't in any danger, and kept approaching along with Horvath, now just a few steps away from the Hero.

Suddenly, the Hero opened his eyes very wide. Then he immediately shouted: " AAAYESYESNOYES ". King Randolph and Sage Horvath were slightly startled and even more confused. The Hero however didn't wait at all before sprinting forward, reaching the King in a split second, grabbing the King's Amulet Of Protection and pulling it off him with a powerful yank while simultaneously hooking the Sage's Staff with his foot, sharply tugging it out of Sage's old hands with a practiced motion and grabbing it with his other hand.

Before the two kingdom authorities could react properly, the Hero already shoved the amulet in his back pocket and with his hand like that, he performed an inhuman backflip out of the window.

This all lasted less than three seconds, leaving the two in the room extremely shocked and confused. 

"W-what just happened?!" asked the King, breaking the silence and touching where his Amulet Of Protection used to be, as if he still couldn't believe that it was taken just like that.

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Sage Horvath, having stumbled to the floor after his staff was taken so suddenly, stood up and looked around the room, trying to make sense of it all. Then he realized that they had just been robbed, and had the presence of mind to run to the window and try to see where the supposed Hero had gone off to.

In the scarse few moments he was out of their sight, the summoned being had done yet more damage. It had landed on the blessed statue of the Goddess that was in their garden, miraculously surviving with only both of his legs broken, bleeding and pointing at weird angles. The statue wasn't so lucky, the frail, beautifully carved alabaster stone masterpiece reduced to bare rubble.

The guards in the garden were looking at what happened in surprise, gaping idly at the "Hero", who was ignoring his grievous wounds and laying on the ground to... sift through the broken remains of the statue?

Horvath was blinking once again, trying to make sense of it all, when he was joined by the King, who gasped.

"No... could it be?" uttered Randolph. "I thought it was but a legend?" and as he finished his sentence, the hero victoriously lifted a golden blade from the rubble, emanating a bright, powerful yellow flash of holy light. An angelic choir echoed from high above, as if to signal that the Chosen One had arrived.

Horvath thought his eyes couldn't get any wider, but they widened further still! In hundreds of years, he has never been as utterly shocked as this. First, he assaulted them, then the Hero found the Holy Sword, thought to have been lost forever! His brain was still trying to make sense of it all, his immeasurable experience proving useless. His coping process was quickly broken down again, when he saw what the Hero did next.

The Hero used the staff to push himself standing, then he slammed the priceless ancient artifact in his hand, the gilded Holy Sword of legends, right on the dirt, now half muddy from his blood. This caused some kind of holy magical explosion, blasting the Hero upwards.

Now high up in the air, the Hero shifted his weight so he would start spinning uncontrollably, placing the hand holding the staff against his buttcheek, which seemed to make him suddenly accellerate in mid-air for some uncomprehensible reason.

After moving tens of meters upwards, the spinning being started falling again, everyone's confused gazes following him up and down. As soon as he was almost touching the ground, he again struck out against the grass with the Sword, creating another blast of energy and this time literally shooting himself forwards, towards the walls of the keep, continuing his spin and accellerating further still. 

In a split second, the flying Hero reached the unyelding stone wall, slamming it again with his magical sword at the very last moment and almost giving the King a heart attack at watching the Kingdom's priceless ancestral artifact used to chop away at a wall, only for the Hero to use the energy blast to redirect himself upwards. 

Despite being so insane, this method of scaling the walls proved highly effective. In barely two seconds, the Hero had cleared the keep's walls and disappeared from view, the only sign of him being nearby was the strong echoing booms of the Holy Sword blasts he used to propel himself around. Soon, those disappeared aswell, the Hero already too far away.

Both the King and the Sage felt their knees buckle. What had just happened? Barely half a minute had passed since the summoning was completed, and the most powerful artifacts in the Kingdom had been stolen from right under their noses. Perhaps the Find spell had been sabotaged? Could they trust a being like that to save the world?