William Pires, or Will for short, breathed deeply as his squire put on his armor. It was his first year competing in the tournament, and he was very nervous. Light blond hair was upon his head, barely over his ears and near the neck on the backside of his head. Some stubble could be seen on his chin. He and his father lived on a farm inside the kingdom of the Lyon royal family, and they could barely afford the entry price and equipment for the tournament. His mother had passed away five years earlier to the flu and spent her last moments with Will and his father. In Will's opinion, she was the kindest person in the world. She gave extra money and food to the people who fell victim to taxes and disease, which in the end was probably what got her sick. After she had died, Will's world was broken into fragments that were slowly glued together during the following years, but some pieces lay lost forever.<br/><br/>Because he was working on the farm all the time, Will was physically fit enough to compete, and he was determined not to let their money go to waste. Even more, it was Will's 20th birthday that day, and his wish was to win the tournament and support their farm more than anything. It wasn't much longer till his squire finished up, in which Will handed him a few silver pieces, all he could spare, for his help. The squire thanked him and hurried off. Will knew of the legend, Jonathan, the one who won four tournaments in a row. He knew it would be tough, but Will had no thoughts of turning back. Taking one last look around his tent, he stepped out into the sunlight, into the arena.