Battle of beginning

The morning bloodbattle

"Mornin!" Said Ralf half-asleep.

"It's the morning of the bloodbattle how are you feelin?" he announced.

"Tired and a bit nervous but I'm ready." I muttered

"How are your wings? We need to paint them ready for the trail!" Ralf said finally fully awake.

My Ocean coloured wings were glistening from the rain last night; they still ached from when I had it the ground hard yesterday. I had put some salve on which had helped the bruising go down.

"  They still ache but they shouldn't hold me down" I murmured.

"You look weary?" Ralf questioned.

I did indeed look tired my Sea-green eyes were dull; they had violet circles beneath them. My silver hair didn't have its usual shine to it. I knew that this training and worn me out but I had one final thing to win and then I would be a Iron warrior.

"Nightmares" I whined.

"The same one is it still bothering you?" Ralf cross-examined

"yeah" I admitted.

I had been having the same recurring dream over the past few weeks, about a boy, with ebony black hair with startled blue eyes, he was falling over a chasm but I could never understand why he wouldn't just use his starry night wings to carry him upwards. I would always wake up sweating just before he would hit the ground.

"Well go get changed and then I will help you paint your wings" he replied.

It was custom for Warriors to paint there wings and face for the BloodBattle so the clans would know where you belong and what power you hide. Every child is born with some type of power but no-one would know how  powerful you are until you take the Caramin. The Caramin is where you drop into the element of your power and become an immortal the Elders will mark your power into the book of old.

I went to get changed into my leather suit, it was easy to move in and had slots in the back for my wings. I braided my hair into an intricate pattern and tied it of with a band of leather.

As I walked out of my room I saw that Ralf had laid out the paints, his colours where red, orange and gold they snaked up the side of his face and down the back of his phoenix coloured wings, the colours represented his flame elemental powers. Mine would be all sorts of blues and greens whites and blacks to represent my ocean, Storm and ice powers, they would swirl around my wings and arms. Most Warriors would only have one power but I seemed to be more powerful than most.

"Are you ready?" Ralf said.

"Lets get started" I exclaimed.

I flinched at the first brush stroke the cold feel of the paint caressing over my skin.

When he had finished I got up attached my weapons to my suit and my bow to my back. I was ready I set myself up for the mountain climb to the tribes. This was the start of the begging.

Authors note:

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