Chapter 224: Duel of the Noirs Part 1


    <em> 56 years ago</em>


    Elzri tried to tie theces of his boots tight, but his fingers shook. If it was from the roaring crowds above the training room or from his own nervousness, he didnt know.


    You dont have to do this, Ismene said, a tone of worry clear in her voice.


    Elzri looked over at Ismene and his little sister Una who sat on a bench across from him.


    I do, he sighed.


    How is having to fight your sister in a magical duel necessary? Ismene frowned.


    Riri is right, Una nodded reluctantly. He embarrassed Esletha at our fathers funeral wake. Even if she goaded him.


    Which she did, Elzri said.


    Which no one noticed, Una said. What everyone <em>did</em> notice was you throwing wine in Eslethas face. Shell want rpensation.


    So what? Shell just try to hurt Riri? Ismene asked.


    More like she wants to embarrass me in front of arge audience where everyone can see, Elzri pointed up at the colosseum above them. She wants to discredit me as the Lord of House Noir. If Im defeated easily by her, itll help strengthen her im to the Noir throne.


    Which she will, beat you, I mean, Ismene said. You really shouldnt do this.


    Its fine, he smiled, strained. I dont want the throne anyway. I promised you, were going to travel the world. Besides, Esletha is the best candidate to take my fathers ce. Ill let her rough me up a bit, shell be satisfied. Then Ill give her the Noir throne.


    Why cant you just give her the throne now? Ismene crossed her arms.


    You dont understand our sister, Unas shoulders slumped. Shes very prideful. She wont just ept the throne, not like this, not after Riri embarrassed her.


    This is stupid, you should just concede! Ismene said.


    I wish I could, Elzri said. But Esletha wouldnt be satisfied. I rather have no bad blood with the woman who is about to be the head of my family.


    Elzri noticed the worried look on Ismenes face. He tried putting on a brave face, It wont be that bad. This isnt a regr duel, the rules have been changed in my favor. I just have tost ten minutes on the stage and the stage is like 300 some pacesrge! Itll be hard to fall off.


    Riri, youre an adept. Esletha is a high-master. It doesnt matter if it was ten minutes or one minute. Youd still lose, Ismene bit her lip.


    Plus Esletha is a tri-manifold, Una added. And youre just a yellow, Riri. Youre not even an orange, you cant use our familys signature me spells.


    Youre not helping, Una, Elzri said dryly.


    The trumpets red loudly outside.


    Elzri pushed himself up to his feet, This is it.


    Una threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, Good luck, try not to get too beat up. I love you Riri.


    Ismene grumbled under her breath, but she got up anyway and kissed him on the lips, Well watch from the stands. When the match starts use your durability scales immediately. If youre lucky Esletha will just hit you a couple of times and get bored.


    Ill keep that in mind, he smiled.


    ~~~


    The herald looked down at the crowd from his towers vantage point. The


    Announcement


    Tower was built right into the side of the colosseum, above the southern gate. The tower was directly across from the seven Regal Boxes, which sat above the northern gate, and served as the private stands for the Seven Ruling Families.


    The herald noted to little surprise that the colosseums thousands of seats were filled to the brim. Even the seven Regal Boxes were each filled with powerful lords anddies of the Ruling Houses. Today was going to be a dramatic spectacle, a duel between siblings, Noir siblings no less. Thest time the herald had seen such crowds was when Hollow Shade had hosted the Great Cities Tourney.


    A procession of men and women marched across the edge of the colosseums arena and blew their trumpets loud, their music ringing clear through the crowds. It was time.


    The herald walked up to his massive speaking-trumpet, an enchanted instrument 10 ft tall, that amplified the speakers voice several folds.


    He cleared his throat and yelled into the speaking-trumpet, Wee lords anddies, aristocrats, merchants, and all youmoners whod skip their work to see this incredible duel! Today we witness a battle worthy of a bad. A drama so <em>great </em>that we have not seen its like in decades!


    The crowds cheered in delight, their roars shaking the ground itself.


    From the northern gate! A drow who has kept himself hidden away in the shadows of the aristocracy. A man who has surprised us all by rising to the title of Lord of HOUSE NOIR itself! ~Elzriiiiiiii Noooooooiiiiir!~


    The northern gate swung open, Elzri dragged his feet across the ground and waved at the crowds. Boos and insults echoed through the crowds, their displeasure clear to all.


    Elzri sighed and hung his head.


    Oof, the crowds are not kind today! the herald eximed. It seems that inrge enough numbers of anonymity, even a meremoner can find the courage to insult a Ruling Familys leader. I hope our Lord Noir can turn their opinions around! But he may find that difficult because facing him today folks is one of your favorites, the beautiful, the <em>deadly</em>, the POWERFUL, ~Eslethaaaaa Noooooooiiiiir!~


    The southern gate opened to the sounds of cheers and apuse. Esletha strolled out with a confident gait. She smiled and waved at the crowds. To Elzris surprise the crowds cheers rose to even greater heights.


    <em> Esletha, Esletha, Esletha!</em> the crowds chanted her name over and over.


    It seems the young lord Elzri Noir may be in for a difficult run, folks. Can the mere adeptst ten minutes in the ring against one of Hollow Shades greatest duelists? the herald asked grandly. May the Watcher Lunae watch over our duelists and show them her favor. May the Mystery Caligo enlighten our duelists with the secrets of magic. May the Traveler Stjerne show our duelists their path to victory. And may the Guardian Bellum protect our duelists in this battle of glory.


    The herald raised his hands high, By the power invested in me as Herald of Duels, this match is officially BEGUN!


    ~~~


    The crowds endless cheering vibrated through the ground underneath Elzris feet.


    <em> They really want me to lose</em>? he thought grimly.


    Not that he had any intention of winning. Still, a little show ofpassion might have been nice.


    Elzri looked across the enormous field, Esletha was only a small figure in the distance, but he knew she was getting closer, preparing tond him t on his ass.


    Elzri walked towards her, his feet feeling heavier with each step. After what seemed an eternity he found himself a dozen paces from her.


    He bowed his head, Hello, elder sister.


    Proper etiquette? she tilted her head. A bitte, dont you think? Theres no reason you have to pretend to be polite. None of those people can hear us from all the way up there. Its just you and me. She sneered, Ive been looking forward to this.


    Elzri sighed. Look, we both know that you want the throne. And I n on giving it to you, sometime after this match. So, if you could make this quick, preferably harmless, he winced dramatically. Id appreciate it very much.


    A coward to the end, huh? Esletha scoffed. You really are just a little snake. How in all the bloody Realms did you ever manage to worm your way into fathers ear?


    It wasnt like that, Esletha, he said weakly.


    She pointed an using finger at him, Why did he choose <em>you</em>? I spent my whole life trying to prove myself to him, trying to prove that I was worthy, but you? You never did anything, always the bare minimum, and yet he gave you <em>everything</em>! Youre <em>weak,</em><emzy</em>, and <em>afraid</em>. So why did he choose you!?


    I really wish he hadnt