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A Day Before
The Elven Village

Although used to the pains, from her life prior, half a day with no food has left Adeva quite hungry. After the group split and she found herself alone and in discomfort for not knowing the language of the elves, she slowly reverted to the previous actions that she had lived by in her hometown. Like a scavenger, she found herself searching high and low for food. Following stairs to the wonderful scents of bread and pastries, she found herself in front of the bakery. She crept inside, out of sight of the owner of the shoppe, and reached for a loaf of bread. She held the fresh, warm, whole-wheat nourishment in her arms for a moment, questioning whether what she was doing was right or not. Yes: her conscience was killing her, insisting that she not do it; but, at the moment, the instinct to survive was greater. She tore off a small piece and with water-filled eyes, shoved it in her mouth, not wanting any of her newest friends to know of her disgrace. Admittedly, it was delicious, but riddled with guilt. Unbeknownst to Adeva, the keeper of the shoppe’s elven ears had picked up on the small sounds of her chewing and of her heavy breathing as she restrained herself from crying – soft sounds that a human shopkeep wouldn’t have noticed. However, the elf took pity upon her, assuming she had a good reason – a need – for the food she had taken, and allowed her to eat without letting on he knew of her presence.

Not long after she started eating, two people ran in through the entrance. It was two women from the arena! Shin-lu and Ilyana was it? They quickly began rummaging through the shoppe. Not wishing to be seen, Adeva crammed herself into a small gap between two shelves on the wall. Still clinging to the half eaten piece of bread, she watched the door, waiting for her moment to leave while the keeper was distracted with the two women wildly running through the store. She tensed as yet another figure came in through the door. It was none other than Par’il…

Par’il stepped into the shoppe, following after Shin-lu and Ilyana. Nervously, he scanned the room from the women to the elf behind the counter. At first, the baker had the same look Par’il did, but he quickly shook it off and tried to spot the young girl again. When he finally found her in a corner, he saw how relieved she seemed to be as she stared at Par’il. Turning to Par’il, he merely gave a soft smile and pointed to Adeva. Upon sighting her, he too gave a soft smile. No longer feeling alone, Adeva rushed out of her hiding place without alerting the two women on their shopping spree, and threw her arms around Par’il’s waist. Quickly, she tensed up again, let go of Par’il, and tried and failed to unnoticeably hide the half-eaten bread still-in-hand behind her being. Par’il smiled, leaned down closer, and rested a hand on her shoulder, “Don’t worry; it’s alright.” He then stood up and held out a few pieces of silver to the bread vender and stated, “Usstan kestal nindol zhah z'lonzic.” Not wanting to be stuck with Shin-lu’s and Ilyana’s bill, he looked back to Adeva, “What do you say we go for a walk?” Adeva wiped her moist eyes on her sleeves, smiled, and nodded in agreement. The two of them quickly left before the two women had noticed they were there.

“Vel'bolrin'ov!” Eth’netora stated coldly. It was obvious she wanted nothing to do with Anita. She crossed her arms and kept her back to Anita the whole time. “Llaar, ‘Netora, sel'tur phor,” Xar’zith commanded. Rei continued just to stare at their new guests.

As Slais’eyr turned the corner and saw the two humans using the elves’ hot springs he was immediately filled with disgust. On top of that, he couldn’t stand the presence of pure evil that is Dark’s curse. Overwhelmed, he couldn’t help the words that would pour out of his mouth. “Ugul!” Hearing a voice, Siom sat up, ready to great the stranger, “Vendui.” Dark merely tried to tune him out “Rul'selozan!” Realizing what they elf was saying, Siom tried to get him to stop before permanent damage was done… even someone who isn’t familiar in elvish could understand the gist of what is being said strictly by tone, “Nin, nindel zhah naut…” “In'loil…” Little did any of them know, “del…” Dark did indeed know some elvish, “E'trit!” and Dark couldn’t stand to hear any more of this guy! He reached for the dagger in his clothes, but pulled out his katana instead. “This’ll do.” His curse quickly started to overcome him. “I know I said no more, but you’re getting on my nerves!” “Dark! No!” Siom threw out a hand to try to stop him.

The awkwardness amongst the girls hadn’t even begun until there was a bright flash from the guys side of the springs. The five women looked over as there was a loud crack as something came crashing through the dividing fence. Winry screamed and held tighter to Anita who quickly huddled over the girl to shield her new friend from flying debris even though none that made it close would have been fatal or even injurious to the little girl. The three remaining women stared in confusion at the dark object that had just crashed into their pool – ‘Netora peering from where she was, Xarx now sitting up, and Rei now holding her sandals and standing a short ways from her previous spot at the pool having jumped backwards to dodge anything coming her way. Dark quickly stood up from the waters, gasping for air, and growling to the hole in the wall where Slais’eyr could be seen with his hand extended and a small amount of smoke rising from his wide-open hand. Siom had nearly fully submerged himself into the waters on the guys side to… ahem… cover his dignity. Winry looked over Anita’s shoulder, “Lil zhah natha wiu wun lil suul del lil ligrr!” As Anita peered over her shoulder in curiosity, Winry grabbed the nearest thing she could find: a small decoration pebble. She chucked it at Dark, “Zexen'uma pholor dosst suul!” The rock hit Dark in the head. He slowly tilted his face to merely see them out of his mask. “Dark?” Anita questioned. It was obvious by his unresponsiveness that he wasn’t there; it was just pure rage. Still beaming at Winry, a shadowy mist began to climb from the waters around him. While he was distracted, the three elven women sprung into action. ‘Netora jumped into the air and shouted, “Anar naur!” As she was falling, a fireball formed and smashed into Dark, the force again sinking him into the spring. “Khelek!” Xarx stated firmly with a snap of her fingers. The boiling waters instantly became a Darkcicle. Rei slammed her hands to the ground and, in the dullest of voices, stated, “Olva coia.” Fresh, green plants shot up from under the girls’ spring and tossed the ice-covered Dark over the walls into town. As if they had done this hundreds of times before, the three girls instantly changed into their clothes and leaped over the high fences of the springs in a single bound.

Anita was awestruck. She slowly approached the hole in the wall to figure out what caused all this. Slais’eyr stood there, waiting for her, “Ninta yorn zhah zhennu zhah ol naut?” She didn’t fully hear him, “Vel'bol?” He continued, “Udossta tekartas zhah izil ulu tlu xuil rivven p'wal ol oltan zhah natha akh morfel phor del uss dal endar fuma del darthien.” Anita was now confused, ’Why is he musing over the girls?’ “Mm nau. Vel'bol sha'nalt?” As if not hearing her, he went on, “Nind ichl zhahen ichl yibin ulu tlu natha aglust del ninta k'lar.” “Gu'e!” “Dos gumash doera nindel gareth ichl…” “Zu'tour phor!” Anita interrupted him with a slap across the face. She then blushed, realizing what he just said. ‘…Is he hitting on me?’ She turned back to the girls’ locker room without looking back or making eye contact with Slais’eyr. “Winry, ori'gato udossa alu.” and the two girls disappeared into the doorway. Now with the girls gone, Siom finally climbed out of the water, snatching his clothes and towel in the process. Before he left he heard Slais’eyr state, “Fridj zhaun, dos inbal naut keffal lil vaen del ussa,” but he wasn’t sure who he was talking to.

Par’il and Adeva were walking along one of the bridges for a while. They hadn’t realized several of the other contestants had already left. There was a flash in the sky. Par’il looked up to see a white rock falling from the sky. He wrapped his arm around Adeva and softly shouted, ”Looke out!” The cold stone crashed through the bridge they were on. Par’il and Adeva slid down the broken and falling bridge as several other elves jumped off to safety. Par’il and Adeva landed hard on the ground with the strange object shattering into thousands of tiny, sparkling pieces that quickly melted and evaporated. Par’il shifted and quickly got to his feet and tried to help up Adeva. In the center of where the mass was, somewhat looked like Dark. ”Is he okay!?” Recognizing what is going on, Adeva stopped Par’il before he could get too close, ”No! just wait, please!”

Erth'netora

The figure rose from the ground like an undead from some horror film. Slowly, it scanned the crowd and with a devilish grin, showed the katana. Suddenly, vines grew around the shadow, holding it in place and only showing its face. Ice quickly formed around the creature’s lower body, firmly planting it in place. Three girls fell from high above. The yellow elf had her hand outstretched and anyone could tell she was ready to kill. Before anyone could move, to try to prevent this tragedy, a voice was heard over all the action, ”Wait! Stop! Siom was parting his way in the crowd. “Xun naut elgg ukta! Fridj zotreth ukta xuil ssussun.” He slowed down now near and tried to catch his breath. “Usstan zhaun vel'bol ulu xun! Usstan uil naut natha kre'j a nindol!” She stated harshly. “Kalina!” A thin yet bright stream of light shot straight out into Dark’s face. The haze cleared. Dark was normal. The vines and ice cleared, revealing Dark was unconscious… and still only in his underwear. Anita finally showed up, seeing the aftermath, she turned to Winry, “Winry, alu delmah. Xal udos thalra 'sohna.” Siom caught Dark as he fell back. He looked to the nearest inn owner and pleaded,“Qualla ori'gato udossa zexen'uma whol lil isto. Doer kre'tan, udos orn tlu doeb del dosst lauske.” The innkeeper scowled, but nodded in agreement. Each contestant slowly obtained their own rooms where they quickly fell asleep.

Come next morning, Siom woke all the remaining contestants and they left in a group before sunrise. By Daybreak, they reached the arena lounge and no one was there. Siom began to worry that they left several people at the elven village. Suddenly, Roy’s voice could be heard echoing across the grounds, “Stop playing games!” “They’re at the Arena!” Siom exclaimed, as if it weren’t obvious enough. “I think I am going to go watch this one, Siom.” stated Par’il with that, he headed to the arena. Par’il had been watching unseen by the fighters. He was caught off guard when a rock smashed into the wall a few sections under him. ’Glad I’m not down there…’ He continued to be impressed by the two teams and how they confronted and adapted to their opponents strengths and weaknesses.

Translations:
Par’il: “I hope this is enough.”
Erth’netora: “Whatever!”
Xar’zith: “Seriously, ‘Netora, lighten up.”
Slais’eyr: “Lowly!”
Siom: “Hello.”
Slais’eyr: “Disgusting”
Siom: “Now that’s not…”
Slais’eyr: “Piece… of… Filth!”
Winry: “There is a boy on the girls’ side!”
Winry: “Stay on your own side!”
Erth’netora: “Solar Flare!”
Xar’zith: “Freeze!”
Rei: ”Vine Sprout.”
Slais’eyr: “Their power is phenomenal is it not?”
Anita: “ What?”
Slais’eyr: “Our society is able to mingle with humans because it itself is a mass made up of individuals from different families of elves.”
Anita: “Um, no. What happened?”
Slais’eyr: “ They too were considered misfits, unworthy, or too weak to be a part of their previous villages.”
Anita: “Hey!”
Slais’eyr: “You could become that powerful too...”
Anita: “Shut up!”
Anita: “Winry, let’s go.”
Slais’eyr: ”Just know, you have not seen the last of me.”
Siom:“Don’t kill him! Just inflict him with light.”
Erth’netora: “I know what to do! I’m not a novice at this!”
Erth’netora: “Beam!”
Anita: “Winry, go straight home. May we meet again.”
Siom: “Please let us stay for the night. Come morning, we will be out of your hair.”

((Note: I may or may not use these characters later, however, if anyone wishes to steal/borrow them, you don’t need (but do have) my permission to use them:
Please ask of their personalities if you don’t know.

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((In lounge at moment: Dark, Adeva, Anita, Siom