Sword Crossed Lovers {a dreamnoblade story}

{6}-Tournament

{Author's Note}

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Should I write an entire extra chapter in Morse code? My alter ego is telling me too, and I'm not entirely sure why. His name's Leo by the way.

Sorry this took a while and I know that my writing isn't the best :/

The word 'colosseum' is the bane of my existence. 

;-;  P A I N

{Fundy's POV} 

I woke up in the small bed of the run-down inn's room, it wasn't the best of accommodations but it did it's job. I looked out of the yellow-tinted window and saw the ruckus that was the streets below my room. 

Today was the day of the tournament and I was excited, I got to watch the fights up close. It had always been a dream of mine to watch a fight, especially one that was done by professionals or at least people who were thoroughly skilled. 

I was supposed to meet Wilbur at the gates of the colosseum that had been set up just outside the city. It was a large circular building created by a combination of concreate and wood. 

I got up from my bed, getting dressed and walking out the door and down the inn stairs. As I walked through the common area of the building I grabbed two slices of toast from the complementary breakfast area. I had already paid the night before so I didn't have to partake in  anymore social interaction. 

{TIME SKIP}

I made it to the front gate area of colosseum, there was a huge crowd of people surrounding the main entry way. Amongst these people there were meat-head fight-obsessed guys, families, sellers of many types, and then your typical local thieve and hoodlum types. 

I continued to scan the crowd until I spotted a familiar burgundy colored beanie. I began to maneuver my way through the thick mass of bodies towards Wilbur and his friends. They were standing outside of a shop and seemed to be arguing.

"Look- if the shop can't give me what I need, I will just burn it to the ground, and kill the occupants, alright. That doesn't make me a Karen, that makes me a psychopath, okay. Please get it right. Oh- hi Fundy!"

"Hello Wilbur." I decided to disregard the small piece of the conversation I over heard and just waved at the group taking in the odd bunch in front of me. There was a tall blonde man with a stripy hat who I sort of recognized for some reason, he gave off fatherly vibes, the next person was another blonde, this one looked about sixteen and wore a red and white shirt, the last of this group was a short brunette who was hugging a stuffed bee to his chest. 

"This is my father and these two are my younger brothers, they'll be joining us." The very tall brunette said pointing at the older blonde and then the two young boys. I just simply nodded and we began walking to the door for the VIP seats. I was confused for sure, I mean he said he had front row seats but this was the VIP booth area. He probably saw my expression cause he just kinda shrugged and continued forward.

We made it through the hallway and the guards bowed as we entered and then I realized where I recognized Wilbur's dad from, he was the current king of the sleepy kingdom. I internally gasped as I felt my eyes widen.  

I shook my head and quickly regained my composure as we walked up the stairs and through the door to the booth overlooking the entire arena, it was a great view, definitely the best spot to watch the fights from by far. 

In the throne-like chairs, some people were already seated. I recognized the first one as King George of Crafitia and the next was Schlatt, who ruled over this land. Next to King George was a young boy, probably about my age, he wore a suit but the most interesting thing about him was that he was half black and half white. I recognized the fact that he was a hybrid, much like myself. He looked up at me from his seated position, his eyes widened, he probably wasn't expecting to see another hybrid.