176 The Final Trial II : Aaron Wade (2/2)

None the less we'll both be making the flight to Patmos together in an old and very rickety airship that was nicely hidden in one corner of the holding area of the cargo ship. It was just fast enough to get us there in two days, or maybe three, but just in time to hopefully meet the deadline of the competition and cause a shit ton of problems for Patmosian royalty., And thinking about it, leaves me giddy with excitement, I really don't like those guys, except maybe the princess.

Well it seems it was time for captain Seven to take a break and someone new to take the hell and go cause havoc, the possibilities of who I could be, and how much trouble I would cause. Time to go do what I do best, be me.

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The Ritual dome was a special place in Patmos, it was right on top of the crown of the tree of revelations, and had a dome made of thin leaf like membranes that sparkles whenever the days of the sun shine on top of it. But apart from that it was also an Arena, however not like the kind where the preliminary competition was carried out, in here there were only three people.

One was Martha, the young princess of Patmos, thing for a chance to be the first real king or queen of Patmos. This was the first time in thousands of years that anyone was able to get to the seventh ring trials, which meant that without a doubt a true monarch for the patmosian would come, and the city resting on the crown of the tree of revelations would finally be open.

So far they have been living within the trunk and on the branches of the tree of Revelations, the true city on it's crown was locked tightly until a true ruler had appeared. The dome they were in now, was a part of the city, and this was the first time the ritual dome was open for any sort of activity, and the whole world watched with hated breaths.

Martha was going against her brother Morgan and his champion Locke; a dark haired green skinned elfin off with wings, and elf like ears. He wasn't as lithe as elves, being both orc and part dragon means his body would be on the bulky side, however he wasn't a hulking brute, but had the kind of body a woman would get lost in. This was her competition, and Martha was obviously very alone in this fight.

She was waiting for him, after he had left the competition she had kept a close watch on him In whatever way she could. She followed his exploits and Adventures, and knew without a doubt that she was right, he was a very remarkable person, completely unlike anything she's ever seen. She had faith that he would be here with her, right besides her for this fight, but that faith was gradually turning to despair and the noon day sun slowly reached it's peak.

The final trial would be between her champion and her brother's, it was a test of leadership, to show how far their followers would go for their leader, how perceptive and eye they had for talent and if they could I slide true strength from the people who would follow them. But it looks like she would be failing this trial before she even got to start it.

”Well? Where the trash I'm supposed to murder, I have better things to do Morgan and your fucking sister is wasting my time!” Locke spoke out loud, not all caring that this was an event that was being televised across the entire world.

”My apologies esteemed master Locke, I have no idea what did of game my sister is playing. This is just ridiculous! Listen little sister if you don't have a champion, if the one you chose was too much of a chicken to come fight his better, then just forfeit and save everyone the unnecessary stress.

You're not fit for a throne little sister, you're too soft and too damn weak! Glory and power of any sort is not something you deserve. After all, didn't you kill our mother with your birth, there's just too many bad omen and I'll attuned to your very existence. And it would be better for everyone, most especially father and me if you just died and be Forgotten, like you never existed.....”

*Craaaasshhhhhhhhh!*

The dome broke apart like glass as two winged figures fell to the ground. The first landed in front of the princess crouched on the ground, the other, which was obviously a woman with a draconic mask, wearing a hood which was quite similar to the one her comrade crouched on the ground was wearing.

They had on armored clothes with a color scheme of red and silver, even their wings were armored. Even with the hood covering their faces, it could be seen that they fully covered their faces, the woman had on a dragon like face mask that covered her lower face, leaving on her blazing greenish blue eyes exposed. As for the man, he had on a full helmet so even his eye could not be seen.

There was quiver and Katana on his back, but there was a bow nowhere in sight. He slowly rose up to his feet as he turned to the princess and said to her in a deep and disjointed voice that left chills in the heart of everyone who was watching.

”I'm here!”

”Who the fuck are you! How dare you interrupt this sacred event! Your ruining my Ascension! You fucking peasant!” Morgan screamed in anger, victory was almost within his grasp and then this guy just pops in from no where stealing all of the attention and ruining all his plans.

”I'm the chosen champion of princess Martha for this trial, I'm sorry I was late, but we had a little problem with a giant snake.” The same disjointed voice answered, and there was such a chill within it that Morgan shut his mouth almost immediately and took more than three steps backwards.

”Identify yourself player, you're standing in front of Locke of the dragon God guild! State your name and guild?!” Locke was certainly arrogant, but the new arrival didn't seem all to shaken by it, he just relaxed his posture as he answered.

”Guild master of The Acheron's Imperium Lords, Lord commander to the wanted vessel the Acheron's glory, and also Captain Seven's big boss...….. however you and every other unworthy of soon to be dead piece of trash can call me...…Aaron Wade!”