Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood Price

Tournament Arc: The Gathering Storms pt.1

One month later...

The kingdom of Feoh is celebrating, boisterous music and people rang around its walls. The streets are flooded with people and vendors. People from other kingdoms have also joined the festivities of Feoh or take advantage of the current events.

For today is the annual festival of Feoh, celebrating its creation and fortitude against the forces of darkness just north of the kingdom.

A festival to celebrate, to remember and to give hope to everyone that Feoh is still standing proud and strong against the Dark Queen.

"Wow... so many..." A young girl with pink hair looked in awe at the kingdom's current atmosphere, taking in the sight of so many people celebrating and making merry.

"Prim, don't poke your head out." The girl, Prim, pouted as her cousin reprimanded her. Pulling herself from the carriage's window, she went back to her seat.

Seated across from her is another young woman in her teens. She has neatly combed blonde hair flowing down to her back. A soft face yet hardened expression plastered on, a testament to her nature as a knight. She dressed in a typical bikini armor except she has added a skirt to her gear. Pauldrons adorned her shoulders and steel greaves on her arms. On her side is a pristine sword.

"But Alicia!" Prim whined. "I want to see some of the street performers."

Alicia's expression softened a bit to the childish request. Even though Prim is being groomed to be the leader of Ur, she is still a child.

"We will but after the competition, I promise." Alicia promised her causing the younger girl to smile.

"Promise?" "I promise."

"Yay!" Alicia smiled at her cousin's carefree happiness.

That smile soon vanished as she remembers her purpose here.

The Arcturus family are the family who had formed the kingdom of Feoh alongside their distant cousins, the Fiorire family.

For years, the Arcturus kept the Dark forces of the wretched Dark Queen from ever spilling to the other kingdoms. They are the defenders of the realm and considered as heroes.

Until they weren't.

Her family slowly declined. Her mother died in her deathbed, a sickness claiming her. Her father died shortly afterwards in grief and defense to the kingdom, falling in battle against the forces of Olga.

This leaves her, the only child and heir of the Arcturus. Too young to rule and defend the kingdom her parents left behind, she was sent to her cousins in Ur, the Fiorire. In her absence, her family's closest friend and confidant, Beardsley, took over in ruling the kingdom.

But even under his rule, the kingdom slowly declined. Mortality rates in the defense went high, the economy was shot, and the treasury is dwindling.

Alicia needs to step up.

So she had a plan. A plan to bring her family name back to its proper place and gain the necessary support to reinvigorate the kingdom.

She will need the Goddess's help.

"Order is ready!"

"Load the gears, the coliseum needs it!"

"Another order!"

"The knight orders are sending in their gears in an hour, double time!"

"Keep up the pace rookie, we still have an entire day's worth of work here!"

In the Little Anvil company, the blacksmiths are working on a frenzy. The sound of metal hitting steel echoed in the workshops. Smoke and heat bellowed out, too uncomfortable to stand for anyone but for the blacksmiths, it is perfect.