[center][h1][color=ed145b]Fei[/color][/h1][/center] During their stay at Emilia’s, Fei wasted no time. Every moment was either spent training or restoring her strength. With the competition quickly approaching, she needed to be ready for anything. While she was positive the competition would prove to be no challenge, Fei would take no risks. This would be her chance to earn the glory she deserved and no one or anything would get in her way. She barely saw much of Jessi, too concerned with training. Living within Emilia’s walls was extremely uncomfortable for Fei and she couldn’t wait for the tournament to be complete. Perhaps when she returned, celebration and parades would welcome her. Not that she cared on what the public thought of her though. There was only one person she wanted to make proud. [hr] The day had finally come. It was time for years of endless training and dedication to finally pay off. Instead of making friends with mere commoners, Fei had focused on getting better, becoming the best. She closed her eyes and breathed in her surroundings. This would be a day Fei would long remember. People all across the world would remember this day and it would be a time she would retell for the rest of her life. Anyone who attempted to stop her success in the tournament wouldn’t walk out of the arena the same, she almost pitied them. Preparing herself for battle, Fei slowly dressed in fresh clothes and attached her crimson swords to her back. No one stood a chance. She would rip through anything or anyone they sent at her. Anything it took to win, she would do, even if that meant reaching deep into the pits of hell. Gameplans and strategies filled Fei’s thoughts as she made her way down to the battlefield. Depending on who she was facing, there was several ways to go about defeat. Preferably, she would like to defeat to the enemy as quickly as possible but sometimes proper strategy was required. Roaring cheers echoed across the colosseum as Fei, Jessi, and the rest of the champions entered the arena. Despite her attempt to show any signs of emotions, she couldn’t help but smile as she listened to the applause. Although she was sure everyone in here would rather slit her throat than watch her take the win. She stayed relatively close to Jessi, hoping the two could keep an eye on each other. With so many enemies ready to stab their hearts, it was better to have four eyes keeping watch than two. [color=ed145b]“Stay sharp,”[/color] she whispered to Jessi as they walked, happy enough to even flash him a smile. [color=ed145b]“Make the Imperium proud.”[/color] The crowd hushed as Emilia took the stage and raised her hand high in the air. Part of Fei sickened at the thought of how much power such an arrogant fool and traitor could have. She wondered if her mother was aware of how much power the fake princess had. When she returned home, she’d have to mention it to her mother. No matter how hard she tried though, the girl could never be as powerful as the Imperium. The girl was captivating during her speech but her eloquence was nothing compared to the Imperator. No one could outshine the lovely spark of the heart of the Imperium. Fei’s ears perked up at the sound of the red relic for the winner, a suiting color for Fei to take. The fake princess then went to lift a curtain beside her throne and Fei’s whole existence seemed to shake. Sitting in the chair was none other than the Crimson Knight, Asgard, Fei’s mother. Shocked to the bone, Fei couldn’t help but drop to her knees. “Mother?” She called out, her voice full of uncertainty. Fei watched in pure horror as Emilia touched her mother’s beautiful face. Eleonor didn’t move, made no motion to stop the horrid creature coming closer. All of Fei’s body suddenly felt numb and she wasn’t sure if she was even breathing. What was happening? Why was her mother here? How did such a vile animal take her? It made absolute no sense. Fei’s eyes never left her mother as the crowd’s cheers grew louder. Something had zapped away all of Fei’s control and left her body an empty vessel full of nothing… Emilia went on to announce the winner of the competition had full control to do whatever they pleased to her mother. The comment ignited the small fire diminishing within her. This treacherous monster had stolen her mother and given her up to the winner? All thoughts of winning glory and the relic were quickly erased as the protection of her mother grew. She [i] would [/i] win or die before she’d let any of these traitors lay a finger on her mother. Feeling the strength within her grow, Fei let a wave of fire explode around her body, hopefully scaring both the crowd and her competitors. She looked up at Emilia and her mother, not even caring if she couldn’t hear her. [color=ed145b]“You little, cold-hearted bitch. This illegal behavior will not be tolerated. The Imperium will destroy you and this fake kingdom built on thieves and traitors. I will burn you to a crisp before I let anyone lay one finger on my mother, you coward.”[/color] She stared at the girl intensely, a fire glowing within her eyes. Despite Fei’s conflicted feelings, the competition began and Fei prepared herself for her next competition. Taking one last look at Jessi, Fei mouthed a few words to him. [color=ed145b]“Make them pay.” [/color] Standing in front of her was some tough barbarian who could control the wind, possibly the worst combination with her fire. The battle would have to be won without her blazing gift. No matter though, she still contained a burning heat that was yearning to be unleashed. Anger welled up inside of her and she looked at her competitor with dark eyes. No mercy. Fei would destroy everyone who pledged their allegiance to the coward of a princess. This would end quickly before the bastard could even blink. Taking a deep breath, Fei sent a pulse of flaming heat to the man's feet. The barbarian screeched in pain but before he could so much as look at Fei, she was already upon in. Using her double swords, almost glowing with heat, Fei slashed at the man's stomach and kicked his sorry behind across the playing field where he stayed. Rubbing her hands together, Fei stared up at the pathetic princess and her mother. She would regret ever messing with her family. [hr] [@KoL][@Awesomoman64]