AN: Hey guess what guys? My laptop is broken :D So no updates on any other stories until it's fixed! And I'm very stupid for this I know! :'( You guys are most likely going to kill me too! :'(
To say he'd always come to these events wouldn't be the truth, but it wouldn't be a lie either. He just… came when he could. He hadn't been for over thirteen years, but with the war over and the correct Monarch on the throne he was finally free to go to the Battle Nexus. Every time that he'd gone since he was a young Bairn he'd tried for the title of Battle Champion. Alas, his first few years he never made it past the preliminary rounds, the next few years he couldn't get past the Second Round! But he was hoping that something good had come from the war and he would at least make it to the last round, whether he won or not didn't matter, just the knowledge that he could get that far should be enough to satisfy him for the next three years.
Eagerly he packed a few meager and humble items into a small bag, his hat though, was to stay here, the Battle Nexus was no place for the hat of a gentleman nor a hat of his clan. He made his way to the claymore that hung above the mantle of his fireplace. The claymore had belonged to his father before the Knave of Hearts killed him two years before the Horvendush Day. The sword was left to him; Tarrant rarely used the sword, only for important events. Frabjous Day was a must, he had secretly hoped that he would be caught up in the Madness long enough to kill the Knave so his father's soul would truly be able to rest in peace. Sadly that was not to be.
Tarrant lifted the sword and brought it down to eye level, "Hello old friend, what you say to making father proud this year?" He asked the shining silver of the blade, a crazed look in hi eyes. He gently sheathed the sword in the scabbard, picked up his bag and went to the back of his house (recently given by Thackery as a gift since Thackery had returned to the White Queen's Castle Staff and now lived there and Tarrant did not). Tarrant pulled out the white chalk and drew the symbols on the back of his house, he stepped back and recited the chant. Before he stepped through the magical gateway he took one last look around his homeland before bending and pulling a sweet smelling non-sentient flower from the ground, placing it in his bag, and stepping through the portal to the Battle Nexus.