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The days passed him by so quickly, and it had soon been a week. SwordSpur had grown to be very tall, and very muscular. The other chick who was in training was all healed up now, and ready to battle. The man set the two down in the pen and watched. The other cockerel, now even more furious than before, charged at SwordSpur and drove his beak into his chest. SwordSpur fell, but instantly hopped back to his feet and tackled the other chick. The man clapped his hands and nodded. "Marvelous!" He cheered. SwordSpur had the chick pinned to the ground, and he pecked at him. The cockerel gave in, and SwordSpur won. SwordSpur did as his father taught him; don't kill, but leave them begging for mercy. He felt little better. He brought SwordSpur out from the pen and carried him in his arms, and dangled a bag in front of him. "This is for you, SwordSpur. If you win this battle..." He pointed to a poster on the wall, full of pictures of his birds with a table of trophies under it. A particular invitation for battle hung on the poster was the one he placed his finger on; SwordSpur, of course, couldn't read it. The rules stated, "The bird will face the fearsome champion 'DarkKnight', who has won many medals. The bird who is dead loses, the one that lives wins. The winning owner gets a first place trophy and ten thousand dollars."
The man continued to train SwordSpur, and didn't even let him out into fresh air with other birds anymore. SwordSpur did nothing but fight, and his mind slowly became very clouded with it. Fighting was his life, he knew nothing more. Fighting became easier and easier for him to do, both phycically and mentally. Finally, the big day on the poster came. The man came with a familiar brown bag, and carried it over to SwordSpur. "Here is the gift, as promised." He said, bringing out to sparkling, metal objects. They were long and sharp, and strangely resembled his spurs. The man picked up SwordSpur and brought him to a different room, and removed his spurs. The man had a numbing solution that he rubbed on to SwordSpur's legs, and he laid the rooster down. SwordSpur laid there for several hours, allowing the man to do what he needed to do. "All finished." He said, standing SwordSpur back up. SwordSpur felt a strange sensation on his legs. He looked down, and on him were the sparkling new metal spurs strapped tightly onto his legs. They felt heavier, and very, very odd. Walking with them was something that would take him a while to get acquainted with. They jingled slightly when he took a step. The man grinned as he watched the rooster walking around in his new spurs. "You're sure to win now..." He thought.
Now I'll let Gerbil continue Moonstar's story, because I kind of took over the thread.
The man continued to train SwordSpur, and didn't even let him out into fresh air with other birds anymore. SwordSpur did nothing but fight, and his mind slowly became very clouded with it. Fighting was his life, he knew nothing more. Fighting became easier and easier for him to do, both phycically and mentally. Finally, the big day on the poster came. The man came with a familiar brown bag, and carried it over to SwordSpur. "Here is the gift, as promised." He said, bringing out to sparkling, metal objects. They were long and sharp, and strangely resembled his spurs. The man picked up SwordSpur and brought him to a different room, and removed his spurs. The man had a numbing solution that he rubbed on to SwordSpur's legs, and he laid the rooster down. SwordSpur laid there for several hours, allowing the man to do what he needed to do. "All finished." He said, standing SwordSpur back up. SwordSpur felt a strange sensation on his legs. He looked down, and on him were the sparkling new metal spurs strapped tightly onto his legs. They felt heavier, and very, very odd. Walking with them was something that would take him a while to get acquainted with. They jingled slightly when he took a step. The man grinned as he watched the rooster walking around in his new spurs. "You're sure to win now..." He thought.
Now I'll let Gerbil continue Moonstar's story, because I kind of took over the thread.
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