Chapter 259: Opening Ceremony


    The heralds, Jane and her brother Mark, charmed the crowds from their tower that stood at the edge of the coliseum. They had already introduced three teams into the arena and hade to thest.


    Mark nced at his sister. Do you want this one?


    No, by all means, you go ahead, Jane smiled.


    Dammit, alright, he muttered. Mark took a deep breath and yelled into the enchanted speaking-trumpet, Thank you for your patience, dear guests! Last but not leastes a team that has not imed victory in the tourney for thest seven years but continues toe back with a tremendous fighting spirit! Give it up for the most tenacious group of them all, ~TEEEAAAM HOLLOW SHADE~!!


    The coliseums Southern Gate lifted up with the sounds of clinking chains. Even before the gate had liftedpletely the crowds began to boo and throw out names of ridicule. The visitors from Hollow Shade seemed to be the smallest group among the thousands of spectators and their dim cheers were easily drowned out by the overwhelming majority.


    Freya emerged from the dark tunnel and stepped proudly into the sunlight of the arena. She ignored the jeers and taunts and made her way straight to the erected stage at the center of the arena. Sylvie and Callum walked right behind her and tried their best to not appear daunted.


    Stryg walked outst. He took slow steps and looked out at the throngs of people in the coliseums stands. He searched for a familiar face to no avail. Even if he couldnt see her, Stryg knew Plum was among the crowds, watching all of them.


    <em> What do you think of us now? Are you cheering? Or are you booing?</em> Stryg wondered.


    Wow, what a warm reception, Sylvie said dryly.


    Its to be expected, most of these people are from Undergrowth, Callum said. Hollow Shade hasnt had good rtions with this city for thest 200 some years.


    So what? Fuck these people, Freya muttered. When we win this tournament well see whosughing.


    Stryg stared at his sword Nameless that hung from his hip.


    <em> Win</em>.


    The one thing no one thought they could do.


    <em> Win.</em>


    Gale had told him before they had entered the arena that there were questions he would be faced with. Questions that needed to be answered. Why was he here? Why was he fighting? Was it for himself? Was it to prove Plum wrong? To show the world the strength of Ebon Hollow and Hollow Shade? To fulfill a promise to Clypeus?


    Why did he fight? Why was he here?


    Dozens of questions echoed in his mind, but one lingered deep in his thoughts.


    <em> Who. Am. I?</em>


    Gale had told him it was the most important question of all. Was he a Sylvan goblin? Was he a mage of Hollow Shade? Was he the chief of Ebon Hollow? Was he the scared little boy who had gotten lost in the woods? Or was he a brave warrior who had faced off against a warlord?


    Stryg felt like all of them and yet none.


    His thoughts were cut short when his team arrived in front of the wooden stage. The three other teams were already there, staring and sizing up each other like a pack of wolves. Only Calex Thorn seemed at peace, he didnt bother looking at any of them, and instead closed his eyes with a serene expression.


    If I could have your attention! Janes voice echoed across the coliseum.


    The crowds voices died down, albeit slowly. Stryg and the otherpetitors looked up at the heralds tower.


    Our four spectacr teams have finally arrived, but! Jane yelled. We are still missing the most important person of all, this years tourney hostess! It is with the utmost pleasure that I wee the greatest arch-mage in the realm, the blood of The Last Ebon Lord, the queen of the City of Thorns, ~LADY OPHELIA THORN~!!


    The crowds broke into an uproar that shook the ground itself. From high above a pale figure descended from the sky. Ophelia was wrapped in a cloak of white petals that stretched out around her as she slowly floated down to the arenas stage. Shended with a soft almost ethereal step, which only served to excite the crowds cheers even more. Ophelia thins lips curled up in a satisfied smile.


    Is that Blossom? Freya whispered in wonder.


    I think it is, Callum mumbled, eyes wide.


    I dont follow, Stryg said.


    Come on, even I know about Blossom, Sylvie nodded her head towards Ophelia. House Thorns family artifact, the Snow Petal Cloak, Blossom.


    Blossom? Stryg looked at the white cloak with newfound interest. He suddenly frowned, Wait, I thought House Thorns artifact was a bow?


    It is, Callum nodded. Rose and Blossom are both House Thorns artifacts. They have three in total.


    Being the most powerful family in Undergrowth has its perks, Freya said.


    Ophelia raised her slim arm for silence and the crowd quieted almost instantly. She smiled down at the four teams standing in front of the stage, Wee to the 277th Great Cities Tourney. Before we begin todays events Id like to leave a single idea in your mind. <em>Be proud</em>.


    Ophelia pointedly looked at each member of the four teams, her eyes settling on her son, Calex. Be proud, for each one of you has gone through countless trials and difficulties to be where you are today. You have beaten the odds to stand among the greatest of generations past. I want you all to know that no matter how today ys out, you have all achieved what many have tried, but few have seeded.


    Calex smiled and bowed his head. Veronica, Heather, and Damian nced at each other and quickly followed his lead and bowed.


    Ophelia raised her arms, Now, for what all of you have been waiting for, this years Trinity Prizes!


    At her cue, the Northern Gate opened. A dozen wagons filled with lumber rolled out into the arena, followed by an armored group of guards carrying arge chest.


    Uh whats up with all the lumber? Stryg asked skeptically.


    It looks like one of the Trinity Prizes, probably the citys, Freya guessed.


    Hm Stryg frowned.


    ...You didnt read the notes Loh gave usst night, did you? Freya sighed.


    I was busy Stryg muttered.


    With what? Freya asked, annoyed.


    I think weve all had a rough couple of days, Callum said. He leaned towards Strygs ear, The Trinity Prizes are the three rewards given to the victors of the tourney. One prize is for the winning city, another for the winning team, and thest is for the tourneys sole champion.


    So Undergrowth is offering wood? Stryg frowned.


    I doubt its ordinary wood, Freya said. The host city is in charge of offering the Trinity Prizes, while the other three cities have to pay the host city gold equivalent to the prizes. That way the host city never cheaps out on the rewards.


    As if in response, Ophelia pointed towards the wagons, For the champions city we offer our finest set of ebony lumber cut from the heart of Glimmer Grove forest.


    The crowd cheered in response.


    And there it is, ebony is very expensive, Freya said. Wood, in general, is expensive outside of the forests, especially in Dusk Valley. Something as strong and rare as ebony has to be worth several thousands of gold coins at least.


    Still seems a bit underwhelming, Stryg said.


    I agree, Sylvie crossed her arms. I was hoping for something a bit more shy.


    The armored guards lugged the steel chest to the stage and dropped it gently next to Ophelia. The guards bowed to their mistress and stepped back.


    Ophelia whispered a few words under her breath and ced her hand over the chest. The lock clicked open and the steel lid pulled back open. Insidey four crystal clear gems each the size of a childs fist.


    Ophelia picked up one of the magestones and lifted it high, To our victorious team we offer four magestones of the highest grade, cut from a rare crystal vein in the heart of the Rupture Mountains.


    Oooh, now were talking, Sylvie stared at the magestone greedily. I could make myself a really nice ax with that.


    Or a really nice hammer, Freya grinned.


    Ophelia surveyed the waves of cheering fans and smirked, I have left the best prize forst, of course! Last year, Frost Rim offered its champion an entire bar of pure orichalcum! I ask all of you, how does one top such a prize?


    The crowds looked at each other and muttered in curiosity.


    Ophelia looked at Calex and smiled, To the valiant champion of this years tourney I offer my familys best. I offer my cloak, Blossom.


    The crowds yelled in excitement and chanted Thorn over and over, their voices growing with each chant. Stryg winced at the deafening noise.


    What? Sylvies eyes widened in confusion. I dont get it. Why would she risk her familys heirloom?


    Lady Thorn doesnt believe that she is, Freya said grimly. She thinks Undergrowths team will win at all.


    Its a rub on the other Great Cities, Callum noted. She is trying to show how much greater her son, her team, and her city really are. Worst of all, shes going to make all the other cities pay for it.


    But isnt Blossom priceless? Stryg asked.


    Exactly, Callum narrowed his eyes. Who knows how many chests of gold the other cities will have to pay as tribute for this little stunt of a Trinity Prize.


    Fucking Thorns, Freya spat.


    Meh, who cares about them. Well just have to win all the prizes ourselves, Sylvie grinned.


    For once, I agree with you, Stryg said resolutely.


    Ophelia ced the magestone back into the chest and turned to address the four teams, Brave mages, you have seen the rewards that await and you are no doubt eager to taste the glory of victory. But fear not, I will not hold you back any longer.


    Ophelia smiled, It is time for you to prove yourselves. It is time for your 1st Challenge. She spreads her arms wide open, The Challenge of Fae & Flower!


    The Western Gate creaked open, four drow dressed in forest-green cloaks marched out, each carrying a ckntern. The cloaked drow made their way to the stage and held the cknterns between their hands.


    What is that? Strygs eyes narrowed at the sight.


    A small creature flitted about inside thentern, its tiny wings flickering with pink light.


    The Challenge is simple in concept but difficult in nature, Ophelia said. In each of thesenterns lies an elusive fairy, captured by our best hunters. The fairies are very receptive to a very special nt, the Silverbright Flower. Your job is to retrieve one such flower, unharmed and bring it back to this stage.


    Ophelia pointed at thenterns, The fairies will act as your guides as you venture into the southern edge of Glimmer Grove. Keep your fairy safe and she will lead you to the flower. But be careful, do not let thenterne to any harm, lest your fairy escape.


    Ophelia stepped aside and gestured to the four teams, Captains,e up and collect yourntern.


    Freya took a deep breath, Here we go.


    She walked up the stage alongside the other three captains and gingerly grabbed her ckntern.


    Ophelia turned to the captains, a glimmer of excitement in her blue eyes, Calex Thorn of Undergrowth, Kalliste Lilty of Frost Rim, Gilgard Morrigan of Murkton, and Freya Goldelm of Hollow Shade, lead your teams well. Victory is in your grasp if you fight for it. You have until sunset to return. I wish you all the best of luck, may the gods smile favorably upon each one of you.


    Thank you, mother, Calex bowed with a smile.


    Well return long before sunset, Kalliste spun away and walked down the stage.


    A wonderful speech, I look forward to wearing your cloak, Gilgard winked.


    Lady Thorn, Freya bowed and made her way back down the stage.


    Stay safe, Ophelia smiled eerily.


    As soon as the four captains returned to their teams, the Southern Gate opened.


    Freya looked at her friends uncertainly. She shook her head and made up her mind, What are we waiting for? Lets go.


    Stryg nced at the crowds then back at the gate. He nodded, dly.


    As the four teams walked into the Southern Gate, the Eastern Gate opened up behind them.


    Do not fret, dear guests! the herald Mark called out. While we wait for ourpetitors to return, we have brought the best entertainers in all the Ebon Realm to perform just for you!


    Please give a warm wee to the illustrious Singing Willow Troupe! Jane yelled.


    The crowds cheered as a band of brightly dressed minstrels and actors ran out from the Eastern Gate.


    Singing Willow? Stryg looked back.


    Oh yeah, I saw one of their ys back in Hollow Shade, theyre quite good, Callum said. Have you ever gone?


    ...Once, Stryg gripped his ne. The orichalcum coin the Captain had given him felt heavy around his neck.


    A woman in a mboyant yellow dress skipped out of the Eastern Gate with dance-like steps, her movements light and full of energy. She wore a white mask with arge smile etched across its cheeks.


    Stryg couldnt see her face, but he knew who it was.


    Captain, Stryg whispered.


    The womans steps stopped in mid-dance. Her white mask slowly turned and stared across the arena to the Southern Gate.


    Hello, little one, her voice echoed softly in Strygs ears.


    Strygs eyes widened, How did you-?


    The Southern Gate suddenly shut closed.