Howling Moon

Chapter 1

"Let's start, shall we?"

"The notorious game is all about life, and death." She began, with a tone like this, she was nowhere near joking. "Choosing the card of the master's fate, upon the card's decisions, inside this game, you are required to survive, the war between the two sides of the Fenrir Eun High, the Alpha, and the Omega, shall claim war on each other, and therefore, one shall remain standing."

Her explanation went for forever, "But, Franch and I are SIBLINGS. How can Fenrir High implement this! This is ridiculous!" Francis slammed his hand on her desk. Which Mrs. Andrade did not retaliate to.

"50 years have passed, Francis, Francine, Your father, himself, was a survivor of this tradition. This is not the only information to be revealed, but, more on to later."

"How..do we sign this?" I had no choice, did I? "Francine, NO!" I pushed him away. "If dad did it, then we can, too! There was a reason we were chosen for this position, France. I know, we can get out of this." I sighed, heavily relieved that I got my thoughts out.

Mrs. Andrade pulled out a black knife with red carvings, a small black platter with the same markings, and a black feather.

"Scar yourselves, squeeze your blood into this platter, then, as your blood melds into one, use the feather and your blood to sign it."

"But, we are the same blood. Francine will need not to scar herself for this!" Francis' temper was loose, I began to worry. "You two have a lot to know." She replied. "France, let's do this, calmly, please." I muttered.

"A tradição do destino,
Repetindo mais uma vez.

Vamos usar o nosso sangue,
Para os selos para quebrar.

Deixe este líquido quebrar os selos celestiais do próprio inferno.
Queimar no inferno,
Afogar-se na água do oceano.

Deixe nosso sangue quebrar os selos,
Para que a batalha da vida e da morte continue,
O jogo de sobrevivência,
Onde buscamos a vida,
E fugir da morte.

Vamos enganar a morte,
E fugir da realidade,
Preso nessa neblina eternamente,
Até que um seja proclamado como vencedor."

     The chanting continued to come out from Mrs. Andrade's crimson lips, a smirk danced on it. My body felt weak upon her last word dropping, the seals, the seals, break the seal of the heavenly hell.

     Francis and I signed the paper, under the name of Valdetorrez, we will change this school.

     "A.. Card?" As I opened my eyes, it was there, under my hand. "Read it." Mrs. Andrade spoke, firmly, I could feel my back hair stand up. "Lancer, Scathach..?" Unsure if what I was doing was right, anyways.

     "Saber. Artoria." Francis held a huge grudge on this card, it can be seen from how he held the card. "What a wonderful pick. You both got the same card as your parents." The principal spoke with glee. "Smiling at this time? What a psycho." Francis gritted his teeth.

     "You have three days to enjoy your life outside, before the game starts."