Alien had been so preoccupied with carving River into his piece of wood he hadnt noticed Alan approach. At the sound of the Belmonts voice it looked up.

"Yes, yes she was very precious to me. She was the only person who was always there... she saved me from a cruel fate... so i stayed with her for a while. We became close... family she always called us... i never understood what that was before her... but... i..." Alien looked down as it remembered that night.

It stayed silent for a moment then finished its sentance, "I killed her..." The knowledge of doing that brought tears to the creatures eyes - even after over a millennia it felt the same pain it felt the day it took her life; even after all that time - it still felt it needed to be punished.

Alien awaited an attack from the Belmont man - not many helpers looked kindly on murderers.

"I killed her..." said Alien. Those three simple words rang and echoed through the vast domain of Alan's mind and soul, sparking a war within the suddenly conflicted Belmont.

One small voice within him cried, "Murderer! You must pass judgment upon him!" Another uttered a shout of defiance, "No! There must have been a reason!" One insidious voice hissed, "Slay the foul wretch! Banish it to Hell!" Yet another voice within Alan pleaded, "Please, spare the poor creature! Have mercy!" More and more voices emerged within Alan's consciousness, erupting into a chaotic raucous that dulled his senses. The Belmont shook his head and held his hands over his ears, as if in some futile attempt to escape the moral madness.  But then he heard one resolute, clear, yet gentle voice that drowned out the others and coaxed him back to a peace of mind. It was the voice of his mother, "Alan, listen to your soul. That is one truth that shall always be with you." she said.

Alan breathed deeply and opened his eyes to see tears flowing from Alien's eyes. The Belmont knelt next Alien and performed a small prayer for Alien's departed friend. Alan then turned his attention to Alien and looked into his eyes. He could see that Alien was no killer, as evident from the remorse that flowed from his eyes. Alan saw that Alien would not willingly kill in cold blood without a reason. The stranger looked tense, as though he expected an attack.

"Do you believe that a Belmont would willingly attack a person who clearly shows remorse for their actions? To show regret is to show that you have a heart. If you felt that much guilt, then there must have been a reason why you killed. If there's an explanation, then I would gladly hear it." Alan said with a reassuring tone in his voice.

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Alien didn't look up - it stayed perfectly still, however Alan didn't attack; he simply asked for an explanation.

"We were arguing one night... she wanted me to fight so we could get money... when i refused she accused me of making her starve... so i agreed. The fights were not for low stakes and as we had nothing she put herself up as the prize for if i lost... i didnt know and decided i would lose on purpose... but then they tried to take her. I fought... i really did... i wanted to save her... but there were too many. Eventually i was too wounded to even stand and she came to my side... and.... she took my hand. Before i knew what happened she was lying dead before me and i only had a fraction of the wounds i had before. At first i didn't understand it; however, it seems i can never touch another when i am injured or they recieve my wounds. Not all men around here are like you Mr. Alan - is it nice where you are from?"

A man walked by and stood on Aliens carving, "Sorry, i didnt see that." He spat in a voice that made it obvious it was deliberate.

Alien removed his sword and placed the blade to the broken wood, "see what i mean?" It said as they wood burnt with a white flame.

once the wood was nothing but ash, Alien collected it gently and placed in an almost full black bag of ash and saw dust. It seemed all of its belongings were hidden somewhere in its cloak.

"CONTESTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS.....follow me please...." Alien, Amaya, Alan, Victer and jin where all in the same group aswell as a number of other contestants. they where led to a small room, it wasent mutch, it led to rooms for every individual contestant, hear they could relax a bit. and there was a barred window looking out to see the massive tournament grounds., where they would be calle to fight, later. Emma was about to leave and she turned. "Soo they will be playing a demonstration of the tornement ruals... it is wise if you all watch." she then took her leave.

Jinn only had a large white bag, mooveing to a room he tossed it in, declareing the room his. mooveing to the window he leand on one of the near by walls and looked out. his hand in his pocket it was obvious he was either eager to fight, or scared out of his mind.

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"Alright, let's do it..." With these four words, Victor took up his things and claimed the room next door but one to the one-armed man - but not before he placed a curse on the man who had stood on the hooded figure's carving. The guy he'd cursed would feel his internal organs heating up to agonizing temperatures. Victor gave the hooded man a sly wink as he stepped into his room. Arranging his items, Victor cracked his neck and performed a few stretches, then starting forming weapons from dark energy to make sure he had his signature loadout ready. He would need to be able to change from one weapon to the next in the blink of an eye. One by one, he practiced his abilities on a small scale. The shadows around him warped out of shape as he used his unhallowed magic, preparing himself for the battles that lay ahead. "This is it, Vic. Time to raise the roof and rock the show."

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Amaya was slightly annoyed that she was put in the same group as her newly made friends. She didn’t want to bet out anyone of them, but she knew she had to, for her mom. She chose a room with a large window so she could look out into the night sky, which was coming quickly. She set a bag down, full of the few things she had left, and took a seat.

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(Say Devils blade, did you place that curse on Jinn?, or some one els, lol I got confused).

The other contestans also began to moove into rooms, however a group of five remaind together, aparently the group had "Bonded" mutch like the others. There was a large man, who towerd over the rest, although dumb looking his body was full of muscle. and he easaly carried everyones luggage for them. one of the few Tengu's was also in the group, who had caught site of Victer. and senced exsactly what he was. already nervis. as it had a dislikeing for Dark magik. and then there was a young man, who distansed himself from the, but it was obvious he was in there group, his blond hair hung just above his eyes. and he wore light blue and white armour. he was to lost in thaught to keep up with his companians conversation. another persan , mutch like the young man was distant, decked out in verry light cloaths, his outfit was baggy, and dark, and a mask came over his head and face, only leaveing his eyes reveeled. wich one was aparently blind. and lastly, a woman with blood red hair. her curves. seemingly perfect, and dressed scantly. aparently youseing her body as another weapon, as she left mutch cleavage open for all to see. her eye was on Alien, and the group exschanged words, and let out a laugh.

from the Window, Jinn's eye mooved and caught glace at the group ...thats not verry smart.. he thaught, as a prievious tornoment. he made the mistake of befriending some one he had to fight... and he lost to them. and then watched them die the next fight. he told himself he would avenge that persan, but hadent gotten around to it. Erika was no longer speaking to him. and he caught himself stareing at the large brute. who saw, and dumbly mooved from his group. dropping the bags to the ground that landed with a thud.

"Whut you lookin at" he boomed. the man almoast twice the size of Jinn. the mercinary kept his jaw clenched tight, as this guy was already annoying him. "Not mutch..." Jinn smartly replied. and the giants eyes narrowed. "oooh.....why I auta..." he lifted his arm, but the "Vixen" was there to stop him. "now now Brutis we wouldent want all this muscle thrown out because of a little riot now would we?" the gian looked back "eh?....Livia?.... aaah, guess your right... il be looking falwards to pounding you good little man". Livia tugged on Brutis's arm, and the two were finaly walking away....oh.... well *** you verry mutch "hey man, as far as im concerned the biggest guy is the last one standing on the field" Jinn winked, and his head snapped back to look out the window. tipping his head ack to look out and view the darkening sky. "Guess there gonna make us wait till tomarrow.." he stated. as the torches in the field began to dim.

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"Such a sad story." thought Alan as he reflected on Alien's tragic tale. Before he could say anything, Emma the tournament official came in and lead Alien, Alan, Victor, Amaya, the one-armed man, and several other contestants to a very small atrium that led to a number of adjoining rooms for the contestants to stay in. Victor, Amaya, and the one-armed man immediately walked forward and claimed their rooms. Alan slowly strode to the available room next to Victor's and lingered in front of the door for a moment. He turned toward Alien.

"Stay strong, Alien. Live on and live happily for both you and River. I'm sure she would have wanted the best for you. As long as you treasure your memories of her, she will always be with you. Have faith in the 'morrow, and good luck to us all." Alan said before he turned and entered his room. The room had all the basic furnishings, a few rugs, a small table, a few chairs, a modest-sized couch, and a fair sized bed. Every part of Alan wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep, but he had too many pressing matters to deal with. He suddenly realized that he would soon be faced with a dilemma.

"Saint Germain hasn't returned yet, which means he still has not finished the Destination Paradox. If he doesn't finish soon, I'll either have to throw the tournament or risk a time paradox by participating.... I'll just have to be more prudent from now on and avoid lethal strategies in the coming battles." Alan thought as he grabbed a chair and took a seat beside the window, waiting patiently for the scheduled demonstration.

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Alien had barely finished its story when Emma lead it and some other contestants to where they would be staying, Alien noticed a boy put a curse on the man who stood on its carving and smiled a greatful smile that once again only looked melevolent - everything Alien did seemed malevolent from walk to talk - however it did hope the curse would not be fatal.

Alien heard the Belmont man speak, "Stay strong, Alien. Live on and live happily for both you and River. I'm sure she would have wanted the best for you. As long as you treasure your memories of her, she will always be with you. Have faith in the 'morrow, and good luck to us all." Before Alien could reply, Alan entered his room.

Alien waited for all the other contestants to take a room until he picked his. Looking around Alien half regretted entering the competition... how am i ever going to beat any of these people? it pondered.

it looked at the bed, and the other pieces of furnature in the room. Looks like this is a home for a while... It closed the door and removed the large sword from its back, it looked for somewhere safe to put it - its blade would burn anything and everything but him. Eventually it decided it would hang it from the ceiling so it would not be able to touch anything. It removed a short black strip of silk from its cloak and tied it around the hilt, then around a beam on the ceiling. There... that should do... It sat on the bed and took another piece of wood out of its sleeve, this time i wont let anything happen to you... it set about carving River again.

Once it had finished the carving and wrote her name beneath her feet - it began to remove other carvings of her out of its other sleeve and decorating the room with them. It placed a number of bags containing ash, saw dust, wood and gold beside them. It was unpacked; its sword, its gold, its carvings, its ash, its saw dust and its wood were all the possessions it had besides its clothing.

The torches in the areana lit back up, and Emma stood with two of the guards, looking down at a stone slab she began to read...

"Contestants... this is a short demonstration,of nono'sand okays......Refrain from useing anny attack that will put the lovely audiance at danger, failer to do so will have you BANNED!". she cleared her throat and began walking as the guards slowly sparred with each other. "Ranged weapons are restrickted to throwing weapons, as bows and cross bows are illiegal... Spells are aloud." one of the guards fell to his knees and tore a small Yellow card from his suit. "This yellow card can be found under the contestants pillows, when drawn you sign a defeat. and from there the one standing victorious will decide what to do with you. if by some chance you are to tie, then the lovely Audiance will decide the victer...". looking to the guards she sighed and knew what was going to happen. "You may let the louser live... or..." she looked away as the guard simulated a killing strike. "Kill him... Whatever suits your fancy.".

stepping around the cort she began to speak again. "Winning conditions are either, When you batter the oponent untill he cannot fight and or signals a give up... or by Death". she then pointed to a large door. "Lousers will need to wait in an area and hae there wounds tended to, though they can still watch the contestants fight!. the winner will have his wounds tended by Me... as, I am thee best in healing arts...". tossing the slap aside she straitend her dress a bit. "Fighting starts tomarrow, so rest well!." she spun and the two guards took off with her.

Jinn grinned "Well well. looks like there playing hard ball..."

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Death, hopefuly no matches will come to that. Who would be so twisted to waste another's life like that. The thought scared her. after the demmestration she walked back into her room, shut the door, and took out a picture of a woman with long blond hair with a man with short spicky white hair and dark black eyes, both with there arms around each other, smileing and laughing.

This is for you, mother, I will not fail.

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"Death? Do they assume that all combatant's are mindless murderers?" thought Alan, with a slightly disgusted scowl on his face. He looked out into the sky to be greeted by a dark, blood-red dusk, almost as if the sky was bathed in death. "Such a foreboding dusk....I hope Saint Germain comes back soon..." thought Alan as he impatiently tapped his foot on the ground. He pulled his sleeve back a bit and took a look at his family wristwatch, even though it would be futile to look at a watch after having passed through a time warp. But nonetheless, Alan studied the watch closely, an old habit he'd sometimes do when he's under extreme stress. "Saint Germain sure is taking his sweet time..." muttered Alan before he got fed up with waiting and started pacing around the room. Boredom finally set in and Alan stopped to think. "Must calm down....think of something to do..." he mumbled. The Belmont took a deep breath, sat down on the bed, decided to do some minor practice. He unsheathed one of his long throwing knives and held it out in from of him.

"Astral Knives" Alan muttered and sure enough, several blades of blue magic materialized in the air above Alan's knife hand after he focused a tiny amount of his holy magic. Putting forth a little more concentration, Alan mentally manipulated the phantom blades, sending them flying around the room in intricate loops and flight paths. "Well, at least I won't be bored..." Alan mused before he started assembling the Astral Knives into complex, levitating patterns.
 

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Death... Alien thought and stumbled backwards trembling, It hoped nobody in the tornament would kill. Strange... i want to be with you... but not to die... Alien thought.

It wondered what to do while it waited - it had used most of its wood carving... and its sword would burn its room to the ground. Eventually it decided to make itself some gloves - its hands were leathal when it got injured; it didn't want to kill.

An unexpected hooting drew Alan's attention to the room's barred window. Perched behind the bars was a snowy white owl.  "Hmmm, how strange...." muttered Alan before he dispelled his practice Astral Knives and walked over to the barred window. Once Alan reached the window, the owl stuck its leg out to reveal a piece of paper wrapped around it.

"Hehehe.....Was I accepted to Hogwarts or something?" joked Alan, remembering the owl messengers from the Harry Potter series. He reached through the bars and retrieved the note. The owl hooted once more before turning and taking flight. Alan unfurled the paper and saw a message written in rather elegant handwriting: "Meet me in the tavern. Drinks are on me. - St. G."

"Well it's about time." remarked Alan before he strode out of his room and spotted a guard in the adjoining atrium. "Excuse me, sir. Do you know where the tavern is?" Alan asked the guard.
"Yes, Mr. Belmont. It's in the market section. Take the door to your left and follow the hallway 'till you find a huge set of doors. Behind that is the market section. The tavern should be right next to the bathhouse." replied the guard.
"Thank you." said Alan before he opened the door to his left and ambled on down the indicated hallway.

Sure enough, Alan found a set of grand, wooden doors, just as the guard described. Upon opening the doors, Alan found a large, bustling market filled with all sorts of people, spectators and contestants alike. It took only a few seconds of searching before Alan located the tavern, right next to the bathhouse. The Belmont entered the tavern and was surprised to see a rather clean, high quality pub. Alan quickly scanned the place with his careful eyes and saw that Saint Germain hadn't arrived yet.

"I guess I must be early. Might as well enjoy a drink while I'm here..." Alan mused before he walked over to the bar and took a seat on one of its stools. It wasn't long before a well-dressed bartender walked over to Alan.
"Can I get you anything in particular, sir? We have a wide selection of excellent drinks." said the bartender. Alan nearly asked for a vodka martini before he stopped and remembered that martinis didn't exist in the middle ages.
"Mulsum mead, please." said Alan. The bartender nodded and went under the counter. After a few seconds, the bartender stood back up, placing a glass of Alan's requested drink on the bar counter.
"I'll have an armagnac brandy and I'll pay for the fellow next to me." said an amused, familiar voice beside Alan. The Belmont turned to his side to see Saint Germain sitting next to him.
"Whoa, didn't see you there. Armagnac brandy, right? Coming right up." the bartender said before he went back under the counter and brought up a fancy glass filled with a dark, golden liquid. Saint Germain reached into his pocket and placed a small pile of gold coins on the counter. He then took the glass and sniffed the fine drink before taking a sip. He didn't say a single word to Alan until the bartender scooped up the money walked away to tend to another patron.

"I finished my work, but I have some bad news." said Germain in a low, quiet voice without taking his gaze off his drink.
"What is it?" asked Alan before he took a sip of his mead.
"Remember that rowdy crowd of vampires from back in Paris? Well, some of them were caught in our time warp and have followed us here. I haven't located them yet, but I'm sure they're lurking around here somewhere." replied Germain.
"We won't have to worry about that since you finished the Destination Paradox, right?" asked Alan.
"Well, I'm not so sure...Destination Paradoxes can be quite fickle sometimes. And Death's followers tend to be...'creative' in their pursuit of spreading chaos." replied Germain.
"Just perfect....." muttered Alan in a sardonic tone.
"I highly advise that you be extra careful in this tournament. And avoid doing something drastic like, for example, winning this tournament. Even with a Destination Paradox in effect, an action like that could still affect the timeline." warned Germain.
"So, you're suggesting that I purposely drop out?" asked Alan.
"No, not exactly. You could even make it to the finals if you want. Just don't win the tournament." said Germain.
"Alright...." mumbled Alan with a quasi-sad expression on his face.
"Now, now. There's no need to be depressed about this. I know you'd like nothing more than to put your mettle to the test, but we can't risk the future." mused Germain. After a few minutes, Saint Germain finished the rest of his drink and stood up. He dusted off his red vest and tipped his top hat at Alan. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to." he said. With that, Saint Germain turned and took his leave.

Alan stayed where he sat, staring into his mead and contemplating what to do next. 

 

 

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