“Mystery Mage, Accepting Challengers” the bold red print stretched across the pages plastering the buildings of Magnolia, Clover, Crocus, Oak, Lamia; The flyers practically covered the job boards of the bigger guilds, Lamia Scale, Blue Pegasus, Cor Draco, Eclipse Soul, and any other guilds capable of a good fight… The pages only provided a silhouette of the mage, and a brief message for those who’s attention it caught:
“Challengers, I’m not looking for small fry. Supply a good fight… and don’t be afraid of a little blood... Remember, the loser forfeits 3k jewel. Find me tonight. The gates are open; I’ll be at the Magnolia Arena by night fall. -R.S”
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Evidently, The night did come. Light faded from the sky, swallowed up by the night.
The stadium was almost completely devoid of life, almost. A silhouette stood in its center with their back seemingly to be turned to the competitor. Her frame was back lit by the scattered arena spotlights. The light lacrimas inside the spotlights could have been centuries old. Without a doubt, they needed replacement. The illumination only managed to light every other place with its bright white light, leaving the arena a mess of black and white spots, flickering periodically.
Even with the sound of her challenger pacing their way into the arena, the shadow didn’t move. The lights gave another quick flicker and she remained still. Her long skirt and stream of hair, (pulled back in a low tail as usual), only wavered slightly when a gust of night air slipped into the arena… The scene could have been something taken out of a horror film, the ones that had spooked the girl so much as a kid.
“Challengers, I’m not looking for small fry. Supply a good fight… and don’t be afraid of a little blood... Remember, the loser forfeits 3k jewel. Find me tonight. The gates are open; I’ll be at the Magnolia Arena by night fall. -R.S”
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Evidently, The night did come. Light faded from the sky, swallowed up by the night.
The stadium was almost completely devoid of life, almost. A silhouette stood in its center with their back seemingly to be turned to the competitor. Her frame was back lit by the scattered arena spotlights. The light lacrimas inside the spotlights could have been centuries old. Without a doubt, they needed replacement. The illumination only managed to light every other place with its bright white light, leaving the arena a mess of black and white spots, flickering periodically.
Even with the sound of her challenger pacing their way into the arena, the shadow didn’t move. The lights gave another quick flicker and she remained still. Her long skirt and stream of hair, (pulled back in a low tail as usual), only wavered slightly when a gust of night air slipped into the arena… The scene could have been something taken out of a horror film, the ones that had spooked the girl so much as a kid.