1 01. The Beginning

"Grandpa!" Came the voice of a little girl as she ran into a room. The room looked like that of fairy tales, in fact the entire house did, but especially the room the girl ran into. In the room there were shelves full of weapons, art, and many other mysterious things that looked otherworldly.

In the center of the left wall was a black stone fireplace with an old, black leather chair in front of it, hanging above the fireplace was a set of crossed swords with chains wrapped along their length. They had a length of three and a half feet and a width of one and a half inches. Their scabbards and handles were as black as night, and unless you looked closely, you would think they were only long block rods.

Sitting in the leather chair was an old man who looked to be in his mid sixties, but even then you could tell that under his dark green robe that he was built like a block of steel, with imposing abs that screamed "if you pick a fight with me, it's not going to end well". But even with all of this he still had a gentle smile with a twinkle in his eye as he heard the little girl run in.

"Yes my sweet Little Luna." the old man exclaimed.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, tell me the story about Grandma." she said with a smile as she climbed on the old man's lap.

"I've told you that story hundreds of times. Well it is your favorite after all." the old man said with a chuckle.

"Lets see, it happened around forty five years ago, back then I was a "nobody" who only traveled from town to town selling my goods to people who were in need of medical help or the people who took interest in some of my wares. I sold everything from medicine to fabric, to spices and weapons. I sold everything, and it made me a good bit of coin too.

One day I was in the capital and I happened to pass by the colosseum where gladiators fought, and that's where I saw her. Tall, with long golden blonde hair, and ruby red eyes so bright they just about shined. She was chained in a barred cart with other women, slaves.

They were being taken into the colosseum, and there read a sign near the admission stand, "GRAND PRIZE" and under it, it said the winner could ask anything of the king as a wish and he would grant it. Right then and there I knew what I was going to do, WIN! I immediately go and sign up for the tournament, and you may be wondering, how can a merchant be strong enuf to win? Who ever said I was a merchant? I'm in fact, not human, I'm a hybrid, a Nephilim, if you will. Nephilim's are are what humans call beings that have the blood of many different species in them. I'm a mix of every living and non living thing in this world. This is because I ingested a stone of Chaos soaked in the blood of Night. They are considered the 2 First beings in this world.

As I'm signing the forms for the tournament, I hear a man yelling at the receptionist next to me. "What do you mean I have to list my fighting style, that's a family secret that I will not indulge to hybrid scum like you!" the man said to the woman, who when you look at closely you can tell from her ears that she's half elf. Elfs have pointed ears, while hybrids look more like an elongated human ear.

Now, I'm known to have good control over my emotions, but that just ticked me off. I yell "hay!" and he looks at me in time for me to clock him squire in the face.

Now I'm stronger than most beings so it wasn't a surprise to me when he was sent flying through the air into a stone wall, leaving a crater eight feet wide and tall. Im immediately next to him and grabbing him by his throat into the air, and with a look of complete disgust "you mind telling me what you just said about us hybrids?" I said with anuf bloodlust to make any seasoned veteran soil himself.

The look on his face when he realized that I was a hybrid and that I could kill him with ease was anuf to make him pass out. I throw him to the ground in front of his guards and say "does anyone else have anything to say abou us hybrids?"

You can guess that no one spoke up and you're right, I walked back to the counter and continued filling out the paperwork. As I was filling it out the hybrid receptionist told me "thank you" and then continued signing people up.

As I got to the part where it asked for my style, I put down brawler. A brawler is a person who fights with there hands and hand weapons such as knuckles, spiked cloves, claws, etc, etc. I should also mention that I'm a weapons master, weapons masters are people who have complete mastery over the weapons such as sword, spear, axe, mace, staff, war hammer, and most other weapons you can think of.

I finish the paperwork and hand it over to the receptionist, and with a smile she tells me I'm in waiting room 13.

When I get there, there are 29 others in the room. From what I was told, we fight in a group of 30 and then the winner goes on to the 1v1 bracket.

As I look around I don't see anyone who will be a challenge for me. I go and sit down next to the door I came in from and wait for the announcement that the fighting has started.

3rd person

3 hours later group 13 walks into the field. From what people could tell it was going to be a good round. As people were looking at the fighters they couldn't help but notice that there was one fighter in the back with a wicked grin on his face.

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Thank you all for reading my story. This is my first time doing this so please don't expect perfection. If you have any questions or suggestions please do tell me and I'll do my best to answer and comply.