The New Arrival
We want you to join the Brawl Tournament.
An official Nintendo letter read quite plainly. I read it my long slender fingers digging into the back of the paper as chills ran down my spine. Why would they want me? I'm just some made up character, a simple fanfic from Ben Ten/ Ben Ten Alien Force, just all in some wacky author's head. I thought (That wacky author would be this author, ThornBeak) I stared into the paper and found it burning from a purple and black flame. I had let myself go…again.
I quickly calmed myself down and let the paper fall to the floor disappearing in mid air as the last ash was engulfed in flame. I took several deep breaths before my left hand returned from its dark black back to a soft grey glove. I looked into a floor length mirror a yard away and sighed.
I'm definitely not normal…probably the reason they wanted me, because I was so different from the rest of their fighters. I thought to myself turning to look at my profile. I was tall and slender. My skin now it's flawless tan. My normally waist length black hair was now tied in a lose ponytail to were my top layers were sliding out and framing my face. My eyes were a piercing royal purple with gold and silver flecks in each. I had a small nose, thin pink lips, pointed ears and a slightly pointed chin. I had a purple cape around my shoulders cut in a diagonal fashion so it only reached my foot at its lowest point and reached my thigh on its highest. Two gloves were around my hands which traveled up my arm to elbow length. I wore a brown ruffled shirt which had only one strap over my left shoulder and cut off a few inches under my chest, but over this was a grey cloth, just like my gloves, which had one strap over my right shoulder cutting off a little above the tan one so it gave it a layered look. Around my waist was a brown skirt with high slits which had to be held closer with black thread crisscrossed over its self. The cloth was cut like my cape and had its high point at the top of my waist and its low point at my hip. A few grey straps wrapped around my waist and hip holding a scabbard to which a long saber was sheathed and a case on the other side to which held a laser gun with a whip rapped around the case. Around my feet were boots grey which traveled up to my thigh.
After confirming my controlled appearance I let my self control go for a second my left hand turned a fiery purple and black before melding to my hand to take the place of my glove, however, the opposite happened on my right hand, a white and golden light had wrapped to form my glove covering my right hand in a brilliant light. I quickly turned my head to face the mirror, my right eye now gold and my left silver. I stared at my appearance before gaining control again.
I was definitely not normal. A warrior of duels with a saber, a fighter with futuristic gun, a hunter with a whip, and lying half-banshee half-elf, no wonder people stared at me all the time… I looked at my long slender fingers, my pointed nails stretching the fabric to a point at each finger. I tilted my head up with one hand looking totally indecisive.
I made up my mind, let my right hand turn its glowing white gold and touched a piece of ash the black flame had forgotten and a fully repaired letter jumped into my hand…