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Screams. Screams is all what Yami can hear. The people's feet hitting the ground as they ran didn't hit him until he was pushed to the ground. The sound could be heard more clearly from down there. But, the longer he was on the floor, the more his ears hurt, and now his head hurt. He whimpered lightly and tried to get up but he kept getting pushed down.

Yami Sennen is the boy's name. He is eighteen years old. He has pale skin, almost like a very, very soft cream color. His eyes are purple but are sharp and filled with any emotion he is feeling. At this moment, he is feeling fear. He isn't as tall as the others as he stands on 5'5.

"Oi, get outta the way, you stupid boy! They're getting people!" a male shouted at Yami as he too pushed him back to the floor.

Yami frowned as he heard this and clung to his legs, trying to make himself as small as he could. But, as quick as the man pushed him down, the sound stopped. Everything was silent. There was not even a sound of the air whispering around. Yami stayed in his balled up position on the floor. But, something made him uncurl himself and sit up. The air was all dusty and the teen had to cover his eyes and mouth, coughing.

A dark, low chuckle was heard next to his ear and Yami froze. What was that? It can't be human... it was too deep and... evil. The dust in the air soon cleared and Yami pulled his hands away. He looked around and widened his eyes as he saw that he was... in a desert!?

"What the hell?!" Yami yelped as he jumped onto his feet, wincing as his injuries sparked up.

"I see that you are now aware of your surroundings," a deep voice chuckled breathlessly in his ear before it pulled away.

Yami spun around and looked everywhere, but he saw nothing. His face now had no color and drops of sweat was running down his temple.

"Who are you? What are you? Where am I!?" Yami shouted.

"You shall see when you win the tournament. At the moment, you are in the far part of the Western Desert, almost in the Sahara," the voice replied, echoing because of the emptiness of the area.

Yami's eyes widened. "We're in Egypt!? Why!"

"This is where the Sagittarius will meet. You shall be taught the lesson of fire welding before you go to Lano."

"Sagittarius? Fire welding? Lano? What are those?" Yami asked.

"Sagittarius are people who work very well with bows from what my species as seen. Fire welding is when you can control fire and Lano is the island where the tournament will be held," replied the voice.

"What tournament!?" Yami cried, finally at his breaking point.

He is now deadly afraid.

"The tournament to the death. Sagittarius versus Leo versus Cancer versus all the other groups."

Yami's eyes widened as he was about to say something but a light blinded his eyes. He gasped and covered his eyes, when the light died down and he looked up, the deserted desert was now filled with nine more people. Two were female and the rest were males. Yami gulped as he looked at them. Two of the males looked like him but they were tan. The females looked, well, like they lived good lives. They were all pretty scared though.

"Do we have them?" the same voice as before asked his partner.

"Yes. Ten players per group. Once 60 players are dead, it's now every player for themselves," another voice cackled.

"So, half. Alright," the first voice sighed. "Humans, listen closely!"

"Welcome Sagittarius players! You guys must be scared and that is great! You are here because you are going to compete with other people. In the end, there will be one surviving player. There will be 120 players, all boys and girls, all different ages and races. Once half of those players are dead, I mean, out, everyone will be against one another. Who ever wins, gets to live on," the second voice laughed happily.

"Here are the rules. This group will have bows and quivers filled with different kinds of arrows. My partner and I will give you the ability to fire weld and shoot the bow. How, you may ask? Well, you will be knocked out and given the memory of how to use them. You must help your team mates until the half mark. Oh, also. You can't escape the land of Lano. You will die. Mwahaha!"

The group of ten people started screaming and running. They didn't want any part of this! The voices repeated the rules and how to play the game in their minds. In no less than a minute, all ten people fell to the ground.

Two figures suddenly appeared in the burning hot sands of the Western Desert. They looked at each other, grinned, and walked to the humans, ready to prepare them for the tournament that was soon to take place.