The Warrior 
There I was tired after a long fight. My challenger had made a mistake so simple, throwing a punch with far to much strength at me. His punch passed further than it should, easy for me to throw a counter kick that unfortunately killed him. 
When I first saw this stranger, he had been bragging about his skills and power on a bar. It was a typical bar at that time, clean benches, and pictures of several warriors that trained together and as I’m always doing when I meet another warrior, I spied on him. The stranger sat and bragged for several hours before he left to go to his training area. His training area where a big house filled with symbols and soft ground, outside there was a circle of sand. 
I watched him, his power and skills where as good as he had said back on the bar. Somehow that movements of his were very similar to the ones my old Master teaches. Strange because our Master always says to his disciples to visit the disciple he had before. From the older disciple you get more knowledge and information on all of the disciples our Master has had. A piece of paper is written by the old disciple, it’s a sort of a diary on what they have done during their conversations and a signature. 
I was the last disciple my Master had because no other disciple had came to visit me, I had looked at pictures of all the disciples my Master have had and none looked like this guy. Because of that this mysterious man scared me, who was he? 

Carefully as I had learned from another great fighter, I began to sneak my way away from him and into his house. The fighter I learned this technique from was actually a merchant, and a very good one with some special knowledge. I meet this merchant when I should return with my paper I had got from the disciple my Master had before me. The merchant had been on a business travel across the town. When the older disciple and I discussed our knowledge the merchant was spying. He seemed to come from nowhere when he later attacked me and kicked me down on a small street with few lights. A sentence I then always remember that he said was: 
“You warriors can fight but you never learn to spy on your enemy” 
After that he was gone. 
I thought of this merchant even if he might have been something else when I searched thru my enemy’s desk, in this case the strange warrior. The desk was overfilled with pictures of him doing some fancy kicks and punches; he seemed to like pictures of himself. The walls were also filled with different pictures of him, swords and other warrior equipment. 
In one of the boxes I found the strangers diary, it was hidden under some paper and on the front-page his name stood. Ingvar. 
After a few pages I found what I was looking for: 
A title with the description, “The day I killed my Master”, immediately when I saw this I looked around the room to see so none was there and started reading. 
“I woke up by 7:30 this morning. My plan was already made up tonight he must die. Yes, I’m talking about my Master, according to him he has learned up several legends thru the years. Rubbish! I mean why does it have to be so strict, so hard, no girls, smoking, beer, all things that’s make a life worth to live is forbidden during your training and the biggest joke of all is that you have to visit some old disciple of his. What are that good for? 
Anyway, that’s not interesting me anymore, the poison is prepared, and he will eat his last dinner, cooked by me. I mixed the poison in his dinner and gave it to him. His reactions disappointed me because I thought that he should struggle with the poison, trying to survive but he just sat there and waited for the death with a smile on his face!” 
Precisely when I finished the reading Ingvar entered the room. He stood there shocked, looked at the diary and said. 
“So you are one of his disciples and now you have came to kill me” 
“Yes, if you have any honour left you know that you must take your punishment.” 
“Try me, you won’t be able to kill me” 
“No, we shall not fight here. Meet me at midnight on the beach.” 
I left him there, a bit angry and shocked. 

As I expected he had some honour left and came to the beach, the sky was red, almost like it knew that one of ous would die. It was silent when we both began to fight. The fight was long and at the end we both were tired but he did a mistake that killed him. Even if he had killed my Master all warriors deserves to be buried with honour. I burned him as a true warrior; the flames were high, so high that people came out to look at it. I was gone from that beach when they entered it, all they did find was a gravestone. 

Ingvar 
Warrior, died in fair fight. 

He died without shame; I know that our Master wanted that. As I came further out on the lake with my boat I began to think, what shall the rest of the young boys that wants to be warriors do know? Without anyone that learns them up, they won’t reach their dreams; none will keep the warriors rumour up. I stopped the boat, looked at the sky, listened to the water and thought; I can’t learn anyone up alone. I don’t know where to start, where do I find people that wants to learn? 
Because I don’t know anything about being a Master I left that thought and rode home to my bed. 
The sun stood high on the blue sky when I woke up. Early mornings are perfect for training so I walked out to train a bit; it worked well until I saw a person that slowly walked upon the hill, between the deep shadows up to my house. As he came closer I recognized something about him, his face and body reminded me about someone I hadn’t seen on a long time, the mysterious merchant. 
“It’s your time to be a Master now”, the merchant said 
“Why?” I asked 
“Because I’m retired”, he said and pulled of a facemask from his head. I stood there terrified, it wasn’t possible, and he had died, I saw that in the diary, with a smile on his face! 
It was hard to believe his story, but obviously it was true, he wouldn’t lie for me and the fact that he stood a live here was proof enough. My Master had been looking for a person that could replace him for some years, he found that person in me. To truly make everyone believe he was dead it was necessary to make a fake dead, everyone knew that his wish was to be killed by someone. The person that got that task as his killer was Ingvar. Ingvar was a volunteer, for a few years ago he had came to my Master and asked if my Master could kill him and burn him as a true warrior but my Master refused to do that. Instead he learned him up and waited until he found a person that could be the next Master warrior. When he found that person, me, he said to Ingvar what he must do. It surprised me that Ingvar knew exactly where I used to be and what he should do to get my attention. My Masters answer was: 
“Doesn’t you remember the merchant I played, he was spying on you for along time without you knowing about it. I quickly saw that you frequently visited that bar, and often at the same times. The reason that I let you see me and that I taught you some spy technique was because it was time for Ingvar to kill me.” 
“But, how did he get my attention, the bar are usually filled with people that brags.” 
“You know that yourself if you just use your mind, think” 
And I did. Wandered long back in my mind, I sat on a bar filled with people and so far I could see everything was normal. The servants walked around and supported their gests with beer, vine, whisky and other luxury food and drinks. Sometimes some of the guests leaved to be replaced by the next guests within a few minutes only. When it was so popular, so filled with people it was possible to mind your own business without someone recognize you, none could keep count on all of the people that visited it, that was why I loved it. It was also hard for me to hear a special voice talk if it wasn’t empty in there. I couldn’t understand this with Ingvar, when he talked it seemed like none other than he, his friends and I was in there. A deeper search in my mind showed me when some persons talked to a servant, exchanged some money and pointed at me. It happened fast and I didn’t think of it more that time, I didn’t even think it was strange when all the servants walked around the tables, talked to the guests, pointed at me and at the persons in the hall. A reason can be that I was happy, I had got a better work within the company I worked for and that needed to be celebrated, regardless of things that happened around me. It went fast to clean the bar; Ingvar seemed to have a bit of reputation. A bell should have warned me when they took place on a table close to me, but it didn’t, instead I only sat and dreamed about the next day at my work, the costume, desk and the view from my window. Ingvar began to talk loudly about what he has done, not the thing about my Master, but other things and other people he had killed. I’m a warrior so naturally that was of my interest. 
“Yes, I can se that now, but can you answer to me why Ingvar had to kill so many, and what was that thing about me being the next Master, none knows much about me, they know a lot about you.” 
“Ingvar did never kill anyone, it was just a story made up by me. You’re wrong, people know a lot of things about you. I documented everything you did during your training and your fight with Ingvar on the beach, now they see you as the next Master. Ingvar had with my help got a lot of reputation; a proof that you are a better warrior is that you succeed to kill him, he didn’t fake that mistake, and it was a real mistake. If he had won, he promised to do his task and learn up the young ones that want to become warriors but now you won and you are the next Master. The disc with all information about you and the fight are at this moment being sold at the market” 
Master, it seemed that I had no choice now, I looked down at the road that leads up to my house and saw a huge mass with humans walking along it, all of them where on their way to my house. 
“I’m sorry but it’s time for me to leave now. Take care about my people and may you learn up many legends.” My old Master said and walked away into the woods.