Time Portal: The Ultimate One, Rise of Evil.

Time Portal: The Ultimate One, Rise of Evil.
Volume One.

Prologue:

Azaban, home of many creatures. A mysterious world filled with light and darkness. This world is split into two different continents. The left continent, Skullspire, the darker side of the world. Still even the creatures and different races live peacefully here. Though their hearts are blacker then the darkest cave. The right continent, Weatherstone, the lighter side of the world. War lives among this continent. Humans, Dwarves, and Elves. These three races have fought among each other for centuries. Weatherstone is split into three different areas. Valtun, the home of the Elves, a region completely filled with forest. Trees so tall, that they peak through the clouds themselves. Underpeak, the home of the Dwarves, a cave that travels to the very core of the world itself. A wealthy city that any race would want to take. And finally, Armorazin, the home of the Humans, neutral to both sides. Neither wealthy nor poor. The Humans take pride in one thing, their ability to fight with their armies, and the defense of Armorazin.
In between these two continents lies The River Of Endless Streams. A massive river that splits the continents apart. To travel across this river would take days or even weeks by boat. The tides are rough, and it is nearly impossible to cross. Many tales have been told of pirates and seamen trying to cross this reckless river. But none of these stories seem to have an ending. Only a fool would try and cross.

His name was Alictun, a man of great legend. He fought in countless battles, and was held in hundreds of tournaments. Even some tournaments to the death. He was a warrior, and unbeatable warrior. His ability in the sword was unmatched. He even had a trick or two up his sleeve involving a few spells he had learned in his day.
Magic is a rarity in the world of Azaban. Only the most gifted can cast magic, through endless training of the mind and soul. Very few can undergo this training.
And yet here is Alictun, a pure warrior of the sword, and he has taught himself magic. Many see him as a God in his own right. Alictun, a humble man, tends to disagree.
He stood six feet, two inches tall. With his long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. At first glance you wouldn't imagine he could be such an honored warrior, he had the look of a timid farmer. He even dressed as if he was a farmer. But many know his face, and he is greeted with a smile no matter where he goes. Many ask why such a timid looking man, involves himself in such dangerous tournaments and battles. His response is always “For the gold. I need to feed my wife somehow don't I?”

Alictun was getting ready for his three hundred and eleventh tournament. Armorazin holds many tournaments each year, and Alictun enters nearly every single one of them. Each tournament has three divisions, The Battle Royal, The Challenge, and The Dual. In The Battle Royal, five opponents enter a dangerous arena. Filled with traps, walls, and obstacles to get in the way, this is a tough tournament to win. The Challenge is simple, one man enters on one side and a creature enters on the other, which ends in death for one side. The Dual pits two warriors against each other, and depending on the tournament, sometimes is fought to the death.

Alictun entered in The Challenge this year. Tired of fighting humans he could always beat, he sought out to defeat a beast of some sort.
“Alictun honny, I want you to be careful.” Said his loving wife. She was a remarkably caring woman, that Alictun was proud to call his wife. Sherliece was a short one, standing not to shy of Alictun's shoulders. Her long blonde hair matched her husbands, but her eyes were tenfold more striking then his. She was the image of beauty.
“You know I always do, but I will be extra careful for you this time” Alictun replied jokingly.
“Thank you honny.” Sherliece said while trying to hold back a small laugh. “As You know I worry about you every time you enter one of these tournaments.”
She handed him his massive sword. The very same sword that has won him three hundred and ten tournaments to date. It was a long two handed sword, with many inscriptions on the handle and down the blade, many which only Alictun can read. He was putting on his armor, a very light chainmail. He believed he doesn't need anymore protection then the chainmail he wears. It was a bright chainmail, with golden chain pieces at the end of the neck and sleeves, for additional look. He covered this armor with a royal cloth shirt and fancy pant legs. He looked to be quiet the royal warrior in battle.
Finally suited up, he looked at his wife. “Wish me luck”, she just smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips. Alictun looked around at the farm he has built for himself. The lush green grass spanned as far as the eye can see. His house was quiet the building, two levels tall with a decorative look to it. A house any man would be proud to call his own. One last look before he entered the tournament. Walking away from his home, he turned around and waved his loving wife goodbye, but hopefully not forever. He sighed at the though that he had a couple of hours to walk, before he entered Armorazin.

Armorazin was quiet the city. Buildings and people everywhere. Taverns, blacksmiths, games, inns, stores of any kind, buildings that seemed to reach in the sky, and finally the stronghold that was the castle. It was an amazing building to look upon. The walls themselves striked fear into those who gazed upon them. The walls surrounded the Fortress itself. The giant Fortress in the middle of the fearsome walls, was a beast among buildings.

Alictun finally arrived in Armorazin. Immediately he looked for the stadium, the same stadium he has been to three hundred and ten times. As he was walking through Armorazin to the tournament stadium, people around him were whispering, pointing fingers at him, smiling, and being friendly as well. Nothing he hasn't dealt with before. “Ohh Alictun!” screamed a lady running up to him. “Are you entering todays tournament?”
“Of course!” He replied with a giant smile on his face.
“Good luck then, I will be watching from the stands” she said eagerly.
She walked away and waved him good luck once again. He smiled and wished himself the best of luck too.
For this is his last tournament.
Last fight.