The young pegasus held the bronze medal in front of him. He grimaced as he remembered the tournament. What a joke, the rules were too restrictive. There was no way he lost... there was no way. The third place medal made him feel sick, like everyone was taking pity on him. He clutched the almost empty mug of ale, sloshing it around before finishing it off. That clown that beat him wasn't tough, if it were a real fight he would have... Phoenix was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of cheering....

"You're a warrior with no war to fight" The mare said with a sigh as she looked at the stallion "That's what you're feeling" The blue unicorn stated as she brushed her orange mane out of her face. Phoenix looked at his hooves with a grimace "It isn't my fault....I...I just get a bit bored" The young pegasus said weakly. He knew she was right. Why was he such an idiot? He always screwed these things up. The unicorn frowned at him "I can't be with you. I want a life outside of battle, outside of v...

Phoenix's blade glinted in the moon light as he sat in the tall oak tree but it was not the blade of his scimitar, This blade was far more dangerous. Despite being smaller. It was a beautifully crafted dagger, A well balanced blade and a sturdy handle. One could hardly blame the pegasus for picking it up even if picking it up was a grave mistake. It was odd, he had found the dagger in a small little cave that a small wyvern was using as a den. He smiled softly as he remembered the battle he had ...