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Iona looked at the notice board and at the announcement of the teams and their mentors. She couldn’t tell if she was anxious or excited for what was to come. Taking a breath, she looked back at the list.
All things considered, she would have prefered to be mentored by Namy. She seemed like someone who Iona would have clicked with. Still, Iona wasn’t angered at being mentored by Demetriz. He seemed like someone who would test her abilities and make sure she progressed, which Iona was grateful for. She was also grateful that her first challenge wasn’t horse-racing. She could never quite get the hang of the saddle.
Looking over the list of classes, Iona’s gaze was caught by history. It would be nice to see what the school would include in the course-
A commotion distracted Iona. One of the school’s knights was walking towards the notice board, followed by Raeyla. Stepping aside, Iona and Raeyla watched as the knight pinned a paper to the board. As the knight walked away, Iona and Raeyla stepped in to look at it.
“Well, this is fun,” Iona said.
Raeyla chuckled, crossing her arms. “It sure is.”
Iona smiled at the other knight. “May the best of us win.”
“You can bet on that,” Raeyla replied.
sun was setting on the horizon. Miljivan had not left her post at the ship's
entrance, eyes closed and hands asking, for any spirit he might hear, to help
Aeryn. Marian came close to her.
- You should rest. It was a long journey and your prayers will certainly be
answered, but now it's time to stop - Marian lowered Miljivan's hands, who
seemed to cry.
In the distance something shone as a reflection. Miljivan felt something and
raised her head, opening her eyes looking for something. The reflection shone
again around the corner. It was Aeryn, who walked calmly through her injuries.
Miljivan did not move.
Aeryn walked a little further and stopped in front of the ship, near the ship's
entrance. She smiled when she saw Miljivan. Both were in the last rays of the
sunset. They kept looking at each other, a look that showed peace. Nobody has
Aeryn took the first step towards Miljivan...
THE END ... for Aeryn in the
Tournament of Champions 3
Thanks to everyone who followed the story of this character.https://forums.mtgcardsmith.com/discussion/5306/tournament-of-champions-3-the-game-has-begun/p19
(Epilogue) - Past That Torments5 years after the events in Vosanova.The hooded woman was running nonstop peeking through trees and rubble during Ovan Nova's silent night. Getting there brought bitterness to the hooded woman's mouth, in addition to the difficulty of passing through the watchful armies who wanted to restore order in Vosanova. She didn't care about politics and had no idea how things were going in Vosanova. There was only one goal.Among the streets and rubble, some beings in humanoid form with a blackish and purple fur, as if they had been burned or consumed by something, with their arms dangling, grunted without purpose and did not care about the hooded one, who avoids crossing the path of those creatures. When needed, her sword shone and beheaded the creatures without fear.Finally she arrived at the entrance to the catacombs and went down as far as she could. Some studies and a lot of help from natives, mixed with local legends, made the puzzles to open the gates easier than expected. The place was old and many gears did not work and many stones blocked the way. In those moments, the sword, which had two specific stones in the hilt in a three-space lot, shone to give strength and cut the obstacles like butter.The further down, the darker the place became, lifeless and frightening with the heavy air, mixed with the sounds of grunts echoing between the stone arches that supported the chamber where the hooded woman had arrived.The place beyond the darkness had only an old and broken altar that held a kind of purple vapor with a kind of red-eyed creature trying to escape from what appeared to be his prison. It seemed to be the fragment of a visceral struggle there. The air got heavier.She came close to the altar and plunged the sword into the steam. In the three spaces of sword runes, lapis lazuli with a leviathan design and rune with a sword design in amber began to shine. The vapor began to be ferociously sucked into the free space. In the end the vapor turned into an amethyst with a design of a black flame. The place shuddered with a terrifying echo.Ar-Ka-NaiThe sound came from a sudden gale that gradually dissipated and threw the woman's hood away, which she quickly pulled away leaving only a pink streak showing.