A young man quickly stumbled through the halls. Looking back occasionally,sweat running from his brow down to his chin. His blonde hair swishing blue eyes determined, as he awaited the turn he was about to make.
"do et now!" He exclaimed as he rolled to the floor with a what he believed was agility. a wave of electric thunderbolts, intertwining like wild birds let out of a as a result distorted scream was let out by what seemed to be just air.
The skin that was once invisible to the naked eye now visible,it's true skin revealing It's horrific figure.A liner, it resembled a chameleon mixed with a monkey, layed of the floor boards in the empty school hallway. A young man dressed in a deep blue school uniform,nicely ironed. His red tie bit messy,and a bit of dirt on his blur checkered pants. Said young lad had eyebrows that simply where too big, on top of forest green eyes,and sandy blonde hair to seal the deal. He let out a smirked.
"Well frog another one down."
He turned to his companion who still resided on the wooden planks.
"It appears so. Well seal it now. I ran and messed up my beautiful 'air just to catch zis demon!"
"Oh cry me a river francis!" They both glared at each other bitterly.
"Are you old women done fighting?" A voice asked.
"Peter just seal the bloody thing."
Peter proceeded to glare at our unnamed protagonist.
The younger boy had light blonde hair,blue eyes and large eyebrows. He was wearing a uniform from the younger schools. A middle school one to be exact, it was marine blue and resembled a young sailor uniform. They did live on an island where harbors and captains could be found just about anywhere. he took out a simple green book,lined with silver at the cover. He flipped pages full of pictures of monsters and informations. Peter finally stopped at a blank page. To the right was a blank card,and left was blank. Cautiously he came closer to the monster.
"In the name of the holy goddess rome,and of our holy mother goddess of the moon!" A green circle surrounded the monster. Swallowing it's body
"I Seal you back into the demotion you came from!" A loud gust of wind ran through out the solemn school hall. Shattering windows.
In a matter of seconds the creature was no longer there. Instead it was now in the previously white card. The monster now trapped.
"Well done" The three boys turned their attention to see their principal clapping.
"Oh mr. Vargas!" Our dear protagonist rushed up to meet the older gentleman.
"Arthur, you and your team go back to the gym." Arthur,gave him a confident look and nodded. And soon the group ran out and headed to the school gym.

When they arrived through the doors a female voice over the intercom told of their arrival.
"Group D's Magician, Arthur kirkland. Reaper,Francis,Bonnefoy. And sealer peter kirkland." They all smiled proudly.
"Have passed defeating a liner, and are now back." The gymnasium was huge. it carried 26 tables each with 4 chairs. all alined according to letter. He spotted their new tittle written as a huge red 'D'. The building was partly empty, only 3 other groups resided
"Figures, all these new teams are slow." Arthur stated as he headed to his team's assigned table.
"Well aren't you humble." Francis let out a cheeky smirk.
"Shut it."
"I wonder who got A this year." Peter stated as he headed his view to the table with a big blue 'A'.
A spectacled blonde,with azure eyes sat back talking to a girl with brown ponytails,tied by red ribbons. they both wore Red uniforms from a foreign looked like those kids you'd see in one of those beach magazines.
"I'll check the board." Francis took out a tablet and turned it on. Peter snickered at the almost naked woman in the background.
"You better bloody change that." Arthur said as he smacked peter's head away from such profanity.
"It says here that team A is composed of a gunner,a water fairer, and the normal sealer. Alfred F. Jones, Victoria Sey, and Matthieu Williams. They all are from america. Matthieu is Canadian though."
"You mean Matthew-"
"Non it es Matthieu"
"And what the bloody hell does the F stand for-"
The sound loud laughter stopped him mid sentence.
"It stands for freedom my friend" Arthur turned to the source,the tall blonde from the A table stood there smiling.
"Well i dont think we need to introduce our self. It seems we already know each other names" Alfred reached out his hand to Arthur.
"But lets not be uncivilized"
Arthur looked at his hand hesitantly. His face was blinding. Almost like looking into the sun.
"Indeed...Arthur kirkland."
"Alfred F jones." Alfred smiled and gladly (and rather harshly) shook the brit's hand.
"And i'm victoria sey." A young woman spoke up. Her playful brown eyes,and young smile was equally blinding as the american.
"Well-"
Arthur was stoped by a sudden push aside from Francis.
"Nice to meet you madam ousel~" He smiled softly as he took her hand and kissed it.
"My name is Francis Bonnefoy,Remember it because you-" A kick was delivered to the french Casanova. She let out a small giggle and smiled at both.
"Pleasure!"
"Didn't you have a third member?" At that very Moment came running a young boy hugging 3 cold drinks.
"Alfred,Vicki!" He stopped next to the tall blonde. He smiled and gave one of each a drink.
"Alfred your cold coffee, Victoria i got you mango with orange."
"Thanks Mattie!" Alfred patted the young ones head.
"That's very sweet thank you!" Victoria walked over to Matthew and gave him a quick ephemeral hug.
"You must be Matthew."
"Ah-yes." Arthur took a good look. He looked quite young. He was probably a 6th or 7th grader. He had shoulder long wavy blonde hair with a single curly strand. His eyes where so blue that they look violet,He framed then with some round thin glasses. Ah! He looked closer at Alfred. He had short honey blonde hair. Alfred also had a stubborn hair-but it was thicker and Was crescent-like framed His eyes which where azure. Like the sea when it's in calm w- wait. That was embarrassing. He cleared his throat.
"I presume you two are some how related."
"Not at all" Alfred laughed. Arthur raised an eyebrow.
"The teachers just assumed we were and put this little buddy with me."
"You guys look very similar."
Matthew hid behind Alfred a little.
"Well this is my team. And yours?"
"Ah right- this,"Arthur pointed to francis.
"Is francis, he's a bearded goat from hell." francis waved.
"Dont worry it doesnt hurt so much it's not ze first time he's said that."
"And the little twat eating junk when i told him not to yet is my little brother,Peter." Peter sent a glare as he put the bag of crisps his brother had brought as a snack.
"Well i'm hungry you jerk!"
"I told you to wait until we got drinks!"
"No!"
"Dont back sass me you twat!"
He was really irritating Arthur.
"Well," Arthur turned his attention to Alfred.
"Hope ta see ya in the finals."
Bad grammar. He just butchered his precious language. Arthur gave him a glare as the laughing american set back to their seatings.
"Group E has now arrived."
Francis how many groups to go?
" it goes all ze 'ay to 'Z' it seems."
"Oh joy." He sighed sitting back on his chair.
"Peter go get some bloody drinks. This is going to be long wait."