Kierra Crestel
The next few weeks fall into a blur. I don't know if Mare and Cal are avoiding me, or if it's the opposite way around. I haven't talked to anyone except for Amelia and my family, with the occasional talk with the Queen and Sentinels. Everytime my eyes would even glance at Mare, anger would form into her's. I don't know why the hell she would be angry, I saved her sister's future. She should be happy for me.
Growing up with Reds didn't make her thankful, it made her selfish.
Eventually, Mare joins Training, and when fighting season starts, I'm almost jumping off of the walls. Amelia was called over for 'just in case' purposes and every time we make eye contact, we both grin. Fighting is what we live for, a place to show the world how much we've learned and how powerful we've become.
When Arven enters the room, everyone stops and he calls for Maven and Tirana. Tirana easily wins, something I had already predicted. It's easy to predict who will win, it always had been. Eventually, me and Amelia make eye contact and she gives me a subtle nod. I grin at her and stand up. Everyone stares at me, even Arven.
"I challenge Evangeline Samos." I state as Arven shakes his head.
"That would be unfair." Everyone knows that already.
"Then I challenge Evangeline Samos and Mareena Titanos." I repeat and hear the room go silent. I silently plead for Arven's approval and watch as he nods his head. He accepts.
I step up to the arena, and crack my neck as I hear a voice behind me. Maven. The prince who can't even defeat a Nymph.
"Absolutely not." Maven said, his voice rumbling throughout the entire arena. "You'll burn her to death."
"I'm sorry, but do I look like a burner to you?" I reply, my voice laced in sarcasm. He doesn't seem very pleased with me, both of the Princes don't. Mare must've told Maven, but why the hell would he care so much? "That's more of your turf, my Prince."
Mare stares at me with wide eyes as I roll my eyes and take a step towards her.
"Mare, I'm outnumbered." I whisper and stare at her in the eye. "Its two against one, so, please, I want all of us to get some good practice." I grin at her and twirl around. "in fact, I'll target Evangeline first, come on, doesn't that sound fair to you?"
When I mention the last part, Evangeline's face pales just a shade lighter, but her face is still tight before she takes a step forward.
"Let me fight just Crestel." She whispers, her voice harsh as I glance towards her.
"Whatever." I say and turn to Arven, who's eyes gleam in the bright lights.
"No. Kierra shall face the Crown Prince." He states and when everyone opens their mouth in surprise, he continues. "Cal just finished fighting, and Kierra has two abilities. It is a fair fight."
Everyone stares at Cal, as if waiting for his approval. He is a Prince after all. But we already know the answer, he doesn't back out of a fight. When he stands up and walks up to the arena, a small, tiny grin is placed on his face. I know why.
Two betrothed attempting to rip eachother to shreds. This shall be entertaining.
I grin at him, a full, wide grin and in the corner of my eye, I see Amelia looking at me with worry in her eyes. Thanks for your faith in me. I want to say but I don't and direct my attention towards the Crown Prince.
"Long time no see." I say, my voice smooth as he nods slightly. "I hope you don't go easy on me because I'm a girl." He gives me a light chuckle when I say that, a small grin overlapping his previous one.
"Don't worry about it." He replies and we prepare.
Cal draws fire from his bracelet, letting it snake up and down on his body. I bring my hands up into fists, making no attempt to bring out any element from my ability.
"What, no ability?" He asks as I laugh.
"I prefer old school sometimes, your Majesty." I reply and we begin.
The first move he makes is trying to encase me in a case of fire, trying to corner me before the match even starts. I laugh at his attempt and bring my hands into fists before bringing the entire floorboard up. It shields me from his fire, but it moves around me, wanting to trap me yet again. I smile and touch the floor, making sparks trail along the ground, bursting against the fire. Everything explodes, like a bomb, as the fire disappears and I start walking towards the Prince. The grin is gone as a more concentrated look replaces it.
He goes with his fists, wanting to punch me to death. Flames wrap around them as I take in a sharp breath and begin. He aims for my head, so I move to the side and bring a tile of the floor up, shielding me from his attack. Then, I press my hand against it, sending it into a fury of explosions, like my own personal bomb. The impact sends Cal spiralling backwards as I smile at the ashes on the ground.
Cal must've learned his lesson, since now, he's keeping his distance from me. He quickly brings a few flames up as I charge towards him, my legs flying as flames dart towards me, aiming for my feet. A line of fire surround him as I quickly jump over them, burning my feet, but I hardly feel it.
But this is when Cal grins, and surrounds me in a wall of flames. He almost laughs at my attempt, as my body feels as if its heated to death.
"Yield?" He asks as sweat burrows into my brow.
"The opposite." I reply and look at the tile where Cal is standing before flipping it, making him jump and fall over his concentration removing from the fire surrounding us. Black smoke surrounds us as I run over to him and go on top of him before placing my hands on his armour, right over his chest.
"Yield?" I whisper as he grins and places his hands over my shoulders. Burns rack over my body, making me lose my focus before we roll around so that he's on top of me, sitting over my stomach. Fire rages inside of his fists as he opens his mouth to speak as I roll my eyes and wave my hand where his bracelet is, making it spiral to the other side of the room. He jumps at it, but he still has fire, but this is the last bit of it.
He brings the fire for my head as I press my fists into the ground, making it explode and us to jump up, like we were just touching a bomb. My back is blaring in pain as Cal tries to regain his footing. He opens his fist, wanting to make a flame, until quickly realizing that I removed his bracelet. His face pales as I run over to him, ready to finish him.
We're in a fist fight. My feet slam against his arms which he uses to defend himself. Purple bruises splotch over arms before he sends a punch for my jaw, striking me instead in the cheekbone. Pain blares through my senses as I realize where we're making our way for: His bracelet.
I shake my head and send a punch for his face, but he's stronger and more agile, quickly grabbing my hand. Something cracks in there, a bone perhaps? I scream in frustration and let out an explosion-against Cal's skin.
He gets sent back into a wall as I take in harsh breaths of air.
"Never go for a fist fight with an Oblivion." I whisper as I see Silver blood drip from various areas, but his hand most of all, which is burnt to the crisp.
"And never ask for a fight with a Burner." He whispers and before I know it, his bracelet is back on and flames are surrounding me yet again, but its much closer this time, trapping me in them. I can't breath, the fire is taking out all of the oxygen in the room. My vision grows blurry and I hear a voice, Cal's voice. He's screaming for me to Yield but I shake my head.
"NO!" I scream and send Cal slamming towards a wall. I scream and jump through the flames, my entire body scorched in burns before lifting a hand, bringing Cal's body into the air. I slam him against a wall or two before he opens his eyes.
His red-gold eyes are the last thing I see before this striking pain attacks every inch of me, and the feeling of heat sending me into darkness.
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