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And it was in the fair and sylvan kingdom of Naria, where shadows of injustice always existed, that a fair young man Jon Shaw had his habitations. Since the tender age of his very youth Jon became an unconscious prey to that culture of gang life so strong in every dark alley and sun-baked square.

He was subjected to constant bullying, a ritual of everyday torture of insults, pushes, and threats to which he had to overcome his pride, to torture his guts with a blazing shame under the oppressive burden of their unquestioned authority. Naria was a country where the suppliant people had to be trodden down, and Jon, unfortunately, was frequently found one of these, and he had fallen back, when his heart wished to rise.

But behind the face of this single-minded young man there burned a fire. The world had denied him the life of a warrior, a fate that his mother bitterly struggled against maybe because she feared his life in such a cruel world. Yet Jon was not an easy man to be put off. It was in the silent, yet intense hours of the night, just as the city was sleeping, just as an elongate shadow creamed in silence, that Jon started off on an illicit expedition.

He practiced behind closed doors with intricate steps and flowing movements perfecting his proficiency in the ancient art of a fight. Every strike, every defensive move, every kick was the voice of indignation against the injustice which had characterized his life a protest, which was not even pronounced. Moonlight joined the shadows as guardian, and then he began to invade his body and made of it a weapon, his mind a strategist.

It was something more, there was a longing in his heart, something more than the isolated quest of excellence. He wished to live in a way where he would be able to hold his head high, where he could battle not only on behalf of himself, but rather, on behalf of the thing that Naria so desperately needed, justice. This vision joined into one undisputed objective: the Warrior Tournament.

The race was legendary and seemed to be a sort of crucible where only the most powerful, the most skilled and the most resolute might bear a chance of success. heedless of the imploring prayers of his mother, disregarding the warning whispers of age, which had acquainted him with the savage reputation of the tournament, Jon took the brave step of entering.

Each of the actions that Jon made in his path towards the Warrior Tournament and in the tournament itself were dangerous and enlightening. With every win, a win that is exciting and well-earned, he was closer to achieving his ultimate desires, but simultaneously, without knowing about it, he was driven a truth, which was hiding deep in his past. The arena which once was a arena where physical performance took place gradually turned into an arena to prove oneself. Since he dealt with mighty enemies, as he strained his body and his mind, Jon started pulling the strings of his own personality to shreds.

The voices of his heritage, the mysteries of his origins, the very fabric of what he was or what he was supposed to be started to surface out of the dark depths of his mind. The Warrior Tournament was not only a way to the glory; it was a way to his inner past, a fight against the real heritage he should have inherited, the heritage ingrained into the very essence of the Naria troubled history.

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