During the time of the old-modern era, almost 500 years ago, 6 friends had been given powers from magical rings The Common people who'd seen these heroes at that time had given them a fitting last name, 'Mrakilins' - The one of Miracles
Each one of their rings were made by James Mrakilin. It gave them Eternal Youth, Longevity and Inhuman strength and healing. The 6 Mrakilins used these powers to defeat demons and to-be Gods who wished to ruin the world. The Mrakilins ushered a new era of peace at this time. But that's when something terrible happened
It was said that when the 6 rings were worn by one, they'd access unlimited power. And so, due to fear of this power in the hands of James Mrakilin and greed, The 5 Mrakilins planned and betrayed James Mrakilin for his Blue ring. They later framed his death as a sacrifice made by him to save the world from a threat and so, every year on the day of his death, a Contest is held known as,
The Contest of Champions
The Winner of this contest is deemed as a Hero and seen as a metaphorical-rebirth of James Mrakilin by the common people. The contest is held in Veloria. A country formed by the 5 Mrakilins after the great superpowers of the old-modern world had collapsed. Veloria is located somewhere in old-modern day Europe.
(Somewhere along the lines of Romania to Greece)
When the 5 Mrakilins tried to use the 6 rings together however, nothing happened but they were content as James, who'd been an obstacle, was now dead.
Present Day - 501 years later.
DAY - 1
This is the 500th Contest. The 5 Mrakilins sat in their comfortable thrones in front of a huge coliseum. In the middle of all the thrones, in a glass case, lay James's Blue ring on a cushion.
The Contest begins with William Mrakilin's hand wave and the crowd in the coliseum cheers. The Announcer starts off,
"Welcome Everyone, To the 500th Contest of Champions!"
The Crowd's cheer roared in the coliseum
"Before we begin, let us pray for our Heroes friend, mentor and our world's saviour, James Mrakilin. May his soul rest in Peace in Heaven"
The crowd says in harmony, "May his soul rest in Peace". The Announcer continues with his introduction of the 5 Mirakilins.
"Again, Thank you to, William Mrakilin, Serani Mraklin, Seno Mrakilin, Arcano Mrakilin and Ares Mrakilin for allowing us to commemorate James Mrakilin's brave sacrifice in such a unique manner"
In the contestant Booth, a man with long black hair and a beard gets ready for his turn. He opens his locker to see a black leather coat, White shirt and pants ready for him.
The Announcer the first Battle.
John Smith Vs Pirate Claw
Pirate Claw was the head of a Pirate Crew. Although he was a wanted man, He was free of his crimes as long as he was in the Stadium.
The fight begins. From the contestant Booth, the Long haired man looks at the fight. A guy comes next to him.
"You're fighting Steel right?" The Man asked the Long haired man.
The Long haired man looks at him, he sees that the man who asked the question had a paper with his name on it. The Man's name was Lione
"Steel? Is that what people call Silvester?" The Long haired man asked Lione.
"Yeah. He has a body that is basically impenetrable by weapons" Lione looks at the Long haired man. "Maybe take a weapon in to fight."
The Long haired man looks back into the fight. "Thank you for letting me know, but I fight better with my hands than a blade." Lione turns back to go into the booth and asks, "Suit yourself. By the way, what's your name?"
The Long haired man looked back and replied, "My name is Vashrak."
Back to the fight, The announcer announces that John Smith has been defeated by Pirate Claw! As a few guards take the unconscious body of John Smith, The next fight is announced,
"Now! We have Silvester AKA Steel!"
The crowd goes wild
"And we have a new rookie! This is their fight, let's hope it's not their last! Let's clap for Mr.Vashrak!"
Vashrak steps into the ground and goes towards the middle. He hears a lot of claps and lots more boos. He looks around 30 to 40 years old with brown-ish eyes. Steelkiller also comes out. He's a huge brute with huge size, pants and a lack of a shirt on.
Vashrak looks back up at the Thrones to see none of the Mrakilins are particularly enthralled
They both come into the middle and the Announcer begins the fight!
Vashrak jumps back and dashes into Silvester. But Silvester blocks the dash-attack with his right palm and punches Vashrak into the ground and throws him into the wall.
Vashrak falls back on the ground and notes the lack of broken bones,
Vashrak tells himself. "0.5% isn't enough huh... Let's increase it to 1%!" Vashrak gets back up and jumps up and down on his legs, as if he's warming up. In a flash of white, he speeds behind Silvester and gets a hit on him. As Silvester turns back he gets another hit in front of Silvester and this repeats for a few seconds till when Vashrak tries to get another hit on the back, Silvester strategically tries to punch the place where Vashrak might come in to Punch him.
Vashrak dodges it and punches him on his back but this time, he bounces into the wall and from the wall, jumps into Silvester with much faster speed and keeps doing it, making it impossible for Silvester to block him or even know where he might land a hit next and in just 64 seconds of the fight, Silvester just faints from the unbearable pain.
Vashrak stops and walks in front of the unconscious Silvester. The announcer comes back into the field, announcing Vashrak as the winner but before he could announce the next fight, Vashrak stops him.
The Mrakilins were not looking at Vashrak at that moment.
"WILLIAM!!" Vashrak screamed towards the Thrones. The Mrakilins stopped what they were doing and now focused on Vashrak. He puts his right hand towards the thrones and clenches it.
James Mrakilin's ring that was inside the glass box begins to move and fly towards Vashrak at high speeds, breaking the glass. Most of The Mrakilins stood up from their thrones. Clearly shocked.
Vashrak opens his clenched hand and the ring perfectly goes into his middle finger and on his ring finger, is a white ring. Vashrak's eye's turn from light Brown to deep Blue. All Mrakilins had the ability to see beyond their human eye-range but only William Mrakilin saw Vashrak's eyes. Those cursed Blue eyes.
He remembered those eyes, from a time long forgotten. A memory plays in his head.
A man with the same deep blue eyes, with blood dripping from his head and one final sentence....
"I will return"
"How is the ring flying towards that man!? Only we are able to command it!" Serani asked
Arcano readied himself with his magic just in case. But Seno just sat on his throne, smiling, clearly intrigued by this turn of events. "Interesting.." Seno told himself under his breath
Ares asks William, "What is this? Is this supposed to happen?" But William stood there dumbfounded.
The Colosseum guards circled around Vashrak. Vashrak snapped his fingers and uttered, "Rokio". Suddenly, a blue slash cut through all the guards, rendering them unconscious.
The Crowd screamed and ran towards the exits
Vashrak looks back into the Thrones. Grinning towards William. William started to breathe rapidly, he was sweating, William was scared. Vashrak then opened an otherworldly portal and walked through.
As Vashrak walked through, Arcano jumped in to kill Vashrak but the Portal closed behind Vashrak.
William fell into his throne.
"There's no doubt about it..."
"That was.."
James Mrakilin
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The Contest of Champions
ActionWhen James Mrakilin is Killed by his own team over a crime he hadn't committed, he's reincarnated 500 years later to get his revenge but to do that, he must defeat his team mates one by one until he gets to the top.
