THE 1st CHAPTER - DEMIDOV

"You may not be the most powerful, but you can conquer even the world with dedication and resilient, of course with a plan and strategy on the side."

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YEAR 2095, MONTH OF MAY, 10TH DAY

The rinks in Moscow and Chicago were thousands of miles apart, but the ice weighed nearly the same amount when it came to expectations and legacies. In one, a non-magical rising ice hockey star was trying to make a name for himself among seasoned players. In another, a magical child prodigy was wowing scouts, teammates, and fans with his talent. They had not yet met, but they were destined to meet and clash in many ways possible.

LDOVE DEVORET ARENA, MOSCOW, RUSSIA

  (Volkov Ice Dynasty)

The locker room of the Volkov Ice Dynasty team was thick with tension. Jerseys in dark blue and silver hung orderly, sticks leaned against benches, and Petrov’s mask sat atop his helmet. Yaroslav Viktorovich Demidov, 22, stood in the middle of all this, kneeling to hone his blades. The buzz of magic swirled in brief glints of ice speed, of defense shields, but Demidov did not possess them. He never had to, or so he’d been led to think.

"Demidov, do not forget your lines," Morozov whispered in Russian. "Red Star will definitely fucking challenge your patience tonight, well ours." he added.

“I know,” Demidov answered quietly, as he answered with that thick Russian english accent of his with a controlled voice. His eyes swept over the ice through the glass wall. Every skater, every rotation of figures, every possible angle had to be exactly right.

The lights in the arena dimmed a bit before shining brightly with intensity when the voice of the announcer boomed through the air.

"«Дамы и господа, добро пожаловать на ледовую арену Москвы! Сегодня вечером ледовая династия Волковых сразится с «Красной звездой» Москвы в битве мастерства, стратегии и силы!"

(Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Moscow’s Ice Arena! Tonight, the Volkov Ice Dynasty faces off against Red Star Moskva in a battle of skill, strategy, and force!)

The crowd went wild as the nation's flags were waving. The smell of cold metal and burning adrenaline hung in the air. "Centers to face off!" called the referee, using a very sharp whistle.

Demidov skated to the dot. Opposite him, the Red Star center coiled like a predator, eyes narrowed. "Posmotrim, kak ty, chertov Demidov, proigrayesh' mne!" (Let me see you fucking lose to me, Demidov.) said the red star center Vladimir. Demidov did not react to this threat when the puck dropped.

"Posmotrite na eto napryazheniye, na etu provokatsiyu. Razve eto ne zakhvatyvayushche, druz'ya!"(Look at this tension, at this provocation. Isn't this exciting folks!) shouted the announcer. “Posmotrite, kak Demidov kontroliruyet myach! Posmotrite na rasstanovku kazhdoy komandy, vozmozhno, Volkov oderzhal by pobedu nad Red Star veteranom etoy ligi!" (Look at Demidov's control! Look at each team's formation, perhaps the Volkov would win against the Red Star, a veteran in this league!)

Fans were shouting in order to show their peak level of excitement, but you can hear most of the people shouting for  Volkov Ice Dynasty to win, especially Demidov’s, name.

Demidov’s line was working in perfect formation. Ivanov streaked down the side, Vasiliev creating space. The Red Star defense, the first defender, Sergeyev, lurched and Demidov pirouetted, shoulder check, and passed the puck to Vasiliev. Snap shot. Then goal.

The crowd erupted in cheers seeing this. Morozov smiled slightly on the bench. ‘Keep reading the ice, Demidov. Don’t let them settle.’

The game went with clockwork speed. A new series of challenges emerged with each rotation of the lines. Red Star attempted a magical rush attack with small fire streaks and bursts of wind, but Demidov anticipated and beat them with a perfect pass. The referee blew the whistle. High sticking, minor penalty against Red Star. Demidov barely glanced up, already signaling Ivanov with a call for the next attack."

Midway through the second period, a power play occurred, in which Volkov participated. Demidov controlled all the passes, all shots. "Sledi za igrovym avtomatom, Sergey!" (Watch the slot, Sergei!) he shouted. Morozov glided into place, getting in the way of a magical shot towards the goal. Demidov fake-shot with a wrist shot goal. The applause of the crowd rattled the halls.

Fatigue began making its presence felt in the third period, but Demidov led by example. He intercepted a tricky pass, evaded two defenders, and assisted Dmitri in netting a goal. The final score was indicated by a sound of a whistle given by the referee – Volkov Ice Dynasty 5-3 Red Star Moskva.

The announcer's voice then boomed across the arena clearly enthusiastic and  happy with the results. "I vot ono! Demidov snova demonstriruyet, pochemu on volk bez magii, dominiruyushchiy isklyuchitel'no blagodarya masterstvu i liderskim kachestvam!" (And there it is! Demidov shows again why he is the wolf without magic, dominating through skill and leadership alone!)

Demidov shook hands with his teammates, measured and calm. Outside, crowds were chanting his name and the club's name. Cameras recorded Volkov Ice Dynasty shake hands with Red Star team, both showing a sense of good sport but Vladimir whispered. "Uvidimsya v sleduyushchikh ligakh, Demidov! My tebya, blyad', tochno pobedim!"(See you on the next leagues Demidov, We’ll fucking defeat you for sure.) he then  skated away with his teammates when Demidov's teammate glared at them.

Then their coach, Volkov, approached them to congratulate each one of them. "Pozdravlyayu, yeshche odna obraztsovaya igra ot vsekh vas, osobenno ot tebya, Demidov, ty yeshche bol'she uluchshil svoi navyki bez magii, i pozhaluysta, prodolzhay v tom zhe dukhe!" (Congratulations, another exemplary game from all of you, especially you Demidov, you have further improved without magic and please continue do so,) he said. They all cheered and celebrated their victory. It truly did make another incredible achievement for the team, especially for Demidov. He was dedicated, concentrated, a star who even though does not have any magic continues to shine in the ice rink.