Uhh, if I haven't miscalculated, let's get closer to Chapter 13. Well, something ^^ Anyway, at the moment I don't know myself where to go on, or where I left off. But that doesn't matter, I'll copy this chapter for you and if I'm not mistaken, we're still indulging in the past, aren't we? Now I have to read that. Yes, I was not mistaken, now it's going to be fun. Ah yes, it was Cloud and Little Sun, but that doesn't matter, if you don't know the film, that's not tragic either, the story plays with the characters from the film, but it's something different. And I have two more figures, but otherwise the constellation with the five elements would not have worked. (-. - Now my Shi wants to send me to bed, well he can experience something ...)

Well, then I don't want to withhold the part from you and don't write so much, much fun anymore. ^^



Conqueror waited for the arrival of the sword saint.Silence filled the room. The conqueror himself sat on his This time they found themselves in the throne room, where soldiers of the undefeated city and the throne waited eagerly for the arrival of his long-awaited opponent. The image blurred and showed the stairs that led to the palace. At first all you saw was shoes, a gasp could be heard and the picture became clearer. An old man with long white hair and a beard, dressed in a hermit's robe, tried to climb the stairs, which was clearly difficult for him. “I have to hold on, have to fight.” He mumbled and stopped, closed his eyes and stopped moving as if he had turned to stone.

The picture changed again and again showed the throne room, which was no longer dark and streaked with silence, but which was now filled with a light blue light. The sword saint appeared in the main gate surrounded by a radiant aura. It didn't really work, and it wasn't. It was the spirit that had released itself from the body and was now starting the final battle.The people froze in awe for a moment, then the conqueror spoke. “Finally, although I should have defeated you ten years ago, I never stopped preparing for our decisive battle!” The sword saint replied in a deep and loud voice that did not seem to come from his mouth but from everywhere. “I am glad that you have kept your strength all these years, as it should be for a conqueror.” And then the conqueror's guards fled from their orderly ranks and wanted to bring down the sword saint. But it emitted its blue light that froze the attackers as if it had stopped time. Then he moved, jumped, stepped on swords, heads, hands, whatever he had in front of him. It seemed like he was moving in slow motion and literally floating through the air. The Conqueror rose from his throne, his freedom of movement also restricted by the spell, but he still managed to draw the undefeated sword.

At last the sword saint reached the conqueror's throne and drew far to strike his opponent with his fist. The conqueror was now visibly at the end of his strength, he could no longer pull up his sword to fend off the blow of his mighty opponent, the fist hit him on the right shoulder. He cried out in pain and kept trying to counteract the sword saint's influence.



The picture blurred again, revealing the square in front of the palace, where the real body of the sword saint was. He still stood motionless like a human statue. Then Cloud and Muse came up and eyed the old man curiously. He seemed to have a tremendous attraction, especially to Muse.

"Is that a human?" heard the companions say. Cloud just stood next to her and looked closely at the figure. But Muse did something that would turn the battle over. She reached out her index finger and touched the still body.After she did that, the body dissolved like it had never been there. That was the old man's death sentence, as his mind now had no body to return to.



Another change of picture followed and now one saw what was happening inside the palace to the spirit that was still wrestling with the conqueror. A flash of lightning flashed through him and like his body his mind dissolved, but it didn't just disappear without leaving a trace. The blue light turned into a red flash and darted back towards the main gate, killing all the soldiers in the corridor that the Sword Saint was walking on when he attacked the conqueror. A single puddle of blood stained the light floor red and the dead lay everywhere, some with eyes wide with horror, others with a questioning expression on their faces because they did not know what was happening at all. Little did they know that the sword saint had stopped their time so that he could pass them without having to fight them.The only two who were still unharmed were the young prince of the undefeated city and the Shaolin monk who had accompanied him.

"Uncle!!" exclaimed the prince. “No! I'm dying with you!” And thereupon he drew his sword and attacked the conqueror. He had recovered somewhat and sat triumphantly in his throne, still visibly weakened but ready to fight again. He laughed and let loose a ball of energy on the prince with a loose wave of his hand. The monk was still trying to save him, but he was too late. The prince sank to the ground, hit. The only thing the monk could do was help him when he left this life to move on to the next. He was now mortally wounded in the monk's arms and blood ran down the corners of his mouth. "I beg you, monk, help me in my revenge," he said before closing his eyes and dying. The Shaolin seemed to be saying a prayer in honor of the prince when Frost entered the room.

“Master!” He seemed visibly angry. "Frost, I made it. The sword saint is defeated. Our race is now the undisputed rulers of this world." Frost did not seem impressed. "Master, is it true that you had Wolke's parents killed in front of his eyes and that you ordered his helpers, hawk and bat, to kill Wind?" The master laughed.

“Yes, it is, I did that.” Frost clenched his fists.

“Then you only used me, didn't you?” Still calm and happy about his victory, he smiled coldly and triumphantly at Frost.

"So it's true, you've always been the most naive of the three of you. Hehe, of course I only used you, just like wind and cloud. I wanted to be the undisputed ruler and I've now achieved that." wanted to head for the exit, while walking he still yelled:

"I will never be your heir!" The conqueror stopped him."Where are you going?"

“I'm leaving the palace.” And then he went on.

"No you will not!" the master called after him and hurled one energy ball after the next. Frost, who foresaw this, turned around in a flash, because he wanted to counteract the impending danger and ward off the deadly projectiles. But it didn't help, he was hit and collapsed. Wind, just coming through the gate, held him, but he seemed already dead. Cloud had accompanied him, but all he saw was the revenge on his master. The conqueror saw that his two students were still alive and was deeply amazed. Wind drew his sword and swung it hard once. The power of the Ice Storm Sword was tremendous, and even though it was at least 20 meters away, it pierced the throne as if it were made of paper. The conqueror avoided this and fled from the throne room in the direction of the sword tomb. Cloud and wind followed him and the monk was left alone.But he was not alone, because suddenly a figure came out from behind a pillar and hurried to Frost. It was jade dragon in her bright green dress. She knelt next to the still body and put his head on her thighs.

"No!" she said and tears ran down her cheeks.

"No, please don't, Frost, you mustn't die. Fight, fight against it!" she exclaimed and the first tear dropped from her lovely chin and hit Frost's forehead. Frost began to glow, the previous pallor faded, and color returned to his face. He moved a little restlessly and then opened his eyes.

"What ...?" And he looked at the girl. She smiled, still with tears. He straightened up a little and looked at her.

"Who are you?" asked he. She winked at him, then hugged him. “Brother, I'm glad you did it!” Frost stayed where he was with a confused expression on his face and tried to understand the words.





The image blurred again and the sword grave became visible. The struggle between the conqueror and his disciples was already in full swing. Both were bleeding from numerous wounds. The Conqueror thundered his words straight at them. "I trained you. You have your knowledge from me. Dangerous kicks, deadly palms and fighting with icy fists. But best of all I can still master sword fighting!" He let out his loud, menacing laugh and stretched his right hand a little out. The earth shook and opened beside him. A fiery red sword rose from the lava: the fire unicorn sword. The sword grave was still filled with his laughter. He was now holding the sword in his hands and reaching out to strike. A fiery breath shot past the two and that seemed to rob them of the last bit of strength. They sank to the ground and were breathing heavily.

The conqueror laughed out loud again and pointed mockingly at the young men."The wind is shapeless and clouds are unpredictable. Hah, what a mockery. I don't believe in fate and predestination, I only believe in myself and my power!"

The blood from the wind and the cloud slowly spread over the ground and flowed together in thin rivulets. Where their blood met the ground suddenly opened like before with the Conqueror and another sword appeared before them, but this time it was meant for Cloud. It was the best sword in life. Cloud understood and reached out his hand to him. Immediately it jumped into his hand and as if the ice storm sword had observed everything, this one also joined him near his master. Wind seized it and both stood upright again in front of their