Aurora:
In a world where love had to be earned I would never be good enough. I was the black sheep in the family, the witch without magic.
But finally after an eternity of hell there was a slight chance I could join the special forces, my country's...
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When I'd gone to dinner yesterday, I'd watched out for more of the notices about the tournament. It was pretty short notice but the word had spread fast and I was quick to realize that everyone was talking about it. I heard the whispers in the hall which had taught me two things: it was held exactly today and seemingly all of the students wanted to participate. Nobody wanted to waste the opportunity despite there being some huge power discrepancies. Even the weakest couldn't miss out on the opportunity because maybe, with a lot of luck they'd somehow pass.
In a way, I had to rule myself in with this group too. Without a fair share of luck I wouldn't get far against supernaturals. Worse than that was that I was totally unprepared. I hadn't trained in what seemed like ages but I reminded myself that by now, swordsmanship was engrained into me.
I had hoped that I could just turn up without applying. It shouldn't be a problem seeing that the notices had only been up since yesterday. Surely I wouldn't be the only one.
That's why I'd been extra fast while cleaning today. I'd gotten the laundry early to put up on the clothes line on the balconies and skipped lunch. On second thought, that had probably not been the cleverest decision of today but in hindsight you were always wiser.
I'd even gotten my black sword with the purple gem stone from underneath my bed where it had been hidden for now. It was supposed to bring me the luck that I desperately needed. As I stepped outside in the afternoon I already heard the commotion of the tournament that had started in the early noon.
It was held in the arena that belonged to the wielding court. Only a few people were actually in the pit while most were watching from above.
I saw the tall figure of Sir Ashdracon down there who was observing the two opponents who were circling each other before attacking.
In not too long that would be me. The thought alone terrified me but I had to work past that. This was my one opportunity, an opportunity that would save me from a lifetime of misery. So I kept my pacing heart in check. In only a few hours, when dusk arose I would be done with this. I had to remind myself of that fact to not turn right around.
I was good at this. I was good at fighting, especially with a sword. I had great stamina and quick thinking. The only problem was that I had not once in my life fought an actual person. And that small problem seemed to prod over my head like a storm cloud.
As I stepped forward I became part of the group of watchers that surrounded the pit.
Both contestants were werewolves who had already drawn their claws. It was the only weapon they needed. While I loved my sword it would be a disadvantage against the shifters who already had their weapons incorporated into their bodies.
I could only see a splatter of blood from my view point before one of them fell onto the ground. Although the guy was still conscious and leaning on his elbows to defend himself it was clear that he wouldn't get up.
