The Resurrection Game: The last Winners

chapter #36:

Lucy rose from the crumbles, her head spinning and splatters of irritating pain clouding her mind. Her joints her aching, her eyes a burning sensation and her mouth tasting a foul copper. She moved her spilt tounge over her top teeth and tasted blood. She smirked.

So Abyss, this is the game you want to play.

It was one thing to take her pride away from her.
It was another to strip her family's dignity and innocence from them.

Gripping firmly onto a green necklace around her neck, Lucy gritted her teeth, her anger untameable. Remain calm, a voice, not her own, told her. But she ignored it as she looked straight at the castle.

Now's not the right time.

Oh, now is the perfect time.

Ripping the necklace from her neck, Lucy threw the emerald coloured charm onto the battlefield floor and it shattered, the quiet noise booming across the empty field. A sickly green gaseous smoke began appear, making it look like the shards were giving a deep exhale, a first breath.

And then a man stood there, his hair sharply light green, shaved neatly on the right side and his mass of hair flopping to the side. His eyes were a dark red colour, the black iris a ring, and his stubble cleanly shaved. The robe he wore was green with golden squared designs, the bottom faded into the air. Golden links were cuffed around his wrists, curling around his fingertips and up to his neck.

"Lucy Quaza," the man informed, his voice deep, almost wise, "you're so impatient and stupid, you make me ashamed to be your ancestor."

"Shut up Rayquaza."