Elizabeth and the Goddess of Death

Chapter Eighteen

With an anxiety filled heart and an arm holding her dog, Elizabeth watched her loved ones fight as day three of the tournament began.

Merlin, bless his heart, didn't last too long compared to the others. Sure he lasted longer than most of them expected, but what really made him powerful was his magic, which wasn't allowed.

Thank the gods magic could be used to heal, otherwise it would be even harder. In fact the goddess of death uses her own magic every night to heal the warriors who came with no magic. Elizabeth already feared how much longer she'd be in the tournament and the last thing she needed to hold her back even more was being sore.

The tournament was set up pretty nicely. Those who weren't fighting yet could practice, there were bowls and plates on the tables in the tents that never went empty, constantly full of proteins or fruits for the resting fighters.

Of course, if you didn't want to rest, you could watch the tournaments. And that's what Elizabeth chose to do now, watching her siblings duel.

The tournament was getting down to the final contestants, and Elizabeth's family had already started dueling each other. Just yesterday Percival and Guinevere dueled, with Percival advancing.

The fight had gone on for sometime, as both were equally matched in skills with a sword. But about five minutes into the battle, it ended with Arthur on the ground and Morgana's sword pointed at his chest and the board that listed the bracket magically adjusted to exclude Arthur.

"You both fought well, I'm proud of you." Elizabeth says with a grin as they walk out.

"Thank you, Elizabeth. How'd it feel to lose to a girl, Arthur?" Morgana asks with a chuckle.

"Please Morgana, I let you win." Arthur lies, shaking his head.

"If you were so willing to let her win why fight as hard as you did the whole time?" Elizabeth points out, smiling. Arthur just smiles a bit, knowing he's caught, and the three walk off to their tent.

"So how'd it go?" Guinevere asks eagerly, looking up at the siblings.

"Morgana's advanced." Elizabeth informs with a grin, giving her sister an assuring squeeze on the shoulder. Morgana smiles back, and they sit down on the chairs while looking at a sign above the entrance.

The sign would alert them if anyone of them were up for the fight next. And sure enough, Elizabeth's name appeared on the sign in shining gold letters.

"That's your cue. We'll come watch you." Guinevere says from beside Morgana as she helped get her armor off.

"Thank you all so much." Elizabeth answers, handing an eagerly yapping Arwen off to Leon and smiling once more as Merlin helps her get her armor on. Once she was ready, they all stood to leave the tent and watch her. Morgana and Arthur stopped changing out of their armor, looking a little odd with only certain pieces of armor on, but that didn't stop them from wanting to show support.

Morgana had her chest plate off, as well as her gloves and an arm piece. Arthur had his boots off, his gloves, and an arm piece as well, and they both lacked their helmets.

Soon they left the tent, talking together before reaching the arena. They departed when they approached, as Liz had to walk in through the competitor's entrance while the others had to find a seat.

Thankfully finding seats together wasn't difficult, as most other competitors chose to train even more instead of watch complete strangers. One other group sat on the other side of the arena, cheering when Elizabeth's opponent came out. Seems the knights of Camelot weren't the only ones with the idea to go in a group. There was a handful of other competitors as well that chose to watch and hopefully be neutral.

Elizabeth's eyes grew wide when her opponent walk in the other side, a man about the size of Percival; same height, about the same weight and plenty of muscle. She'd never be able to take him, she'd lose and she'd fail Gwaine again. She couldn't save him from the pain Morgana and the Nathair brought him, she couldn't heal him and now she probably wouldn't be the one to bring him back. Frantically she looked around the arena for her best source of comfort: her family. It only took a few seconds to find them, thank the gods.

Noticing her fear, they offered various attempts to cheer her to the best of their abilities. Merlin and Guinevere giving a thumbs up, Gaius and Morgana nodding their head to signal belief in her, and lastly Arthur, Percival and Leon whooped and cheered loudly for the princess.

The goddess went over the rules once again and the gong rang out three times as a countdown. Then, her opponent charged.