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Fable 0~Come One Come All

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*Many have not even woken up yet in Quinterra's capital, save for a select few. Among the few are the elite, many of whom are settling into a large amphitheater as the sun slowly rose over the horizon. And as these few finished filling in the seats they began to murmur among themselves as a large set of doors closed as the last person sat down.*

Elite1:Does anyone know why we are standing here? It is barely the crack of dawn for god's sake.*They rubbed their hands against their face in tiredness as a fellow elite began to speak up as well.*

Elite2: I heard it has to do with that barbaric tournament seeing as it's been 10 years already. However, frankly, I don't see why we must be up this early just to discuss something so trivial.

Elite3: Here here though, seeing as it was only last month since those two came to power I suspect they want to get their hands dirty with it-.*The elite quieted down as a smaller set of doors opened. The amphitheater was slowly filled with the sounds of the clicking of heels against the floor as a man wearing a black and red checkered cloak moved it to the side to reveal a white button-up shirt with frilled sleeves with suspenders supporting a pair of deep grey pants with the area along the calves split at the sides. Their hair was a bright crimson with a single diagonal line of black diamonds drooping around the left side of their head. The eyes were a subtle shade of pine green before their lips curled into a large Cheshire grin.*

???: Good morning fine lords and ladies of our esteemed country. I apologize for asking you to come so early to this meeting with their highnesses. I must also shamefully admit they will be a bit late to this meeting.-

Elite4: And who might you be? I don't believe I've ever seen you before. Who in the name of the gods might you be?

???:*They put a hand to their chin looking downwards with a puzzled look before snapping their fingers.* Oh right, they haven't announced anything about me yet......well. *Their Cheshire grin returned, and they took a dramatic bow with their cloak being swung up showing an emblem of two crossed swords spearing through a crown.* I am Jaqueline Harlemaine, the current Jack of the King and Queen. It's a pleasure to meet you all esteemed Lords and ladies~.

Elite4: You make a mockery of what it means to be the Jack by putting a woman in the position of a man.-* The elite quickly fell silent as a playing card appeared mere inches away from his face. He slowly turned his gaze towards Jaqueline whose own expression was one void of the emotion it was brimming with mere moments ago. Their fingers were held outward in the same direction as the card.*

Jaqueline: I am neither a man nor a woman, sir, and I humbly ask you not to repeat the same mistake. Unless you wish to leave that seat empty. Are we clear my Lord? *They slowly inched the card closer and closer to the elite's face as they began to sweat profusely before gulping and muttering.*

Elite4: Y-Yes I understand clearly.....*His face was pale but he gave a sigh of relief as the card slowly flew back into Jaqueline's hand. They slowly put the card away as a small grin appeared on their face.*

Jaqueline: Good! As you all know, we have gathered this day because the Tournament is drawing closer. We have come together to see who shall become the greatest hero in all of Quinterra.*They threw their arms up into the air as the smaller set of doors swung open once again. As two figures slowly entered the amphitheater, Jaqueline spun on their heels and bowed towards the figures before turning back to the elites and clearing their throat.*Lords and ladies of Quinterra I present their royal highnesses the 36th rulers of our country king Adamas Captivus Quinvera and queen Bellator Quinvera Captivus long may they rule.-*Before Jaqueline could finish their sentence one of the two who entered the room let out a large yawn causing them to sigh and mutter under their breath.*And also the last two people who won't listen to me when I told them to wake up early for this.

*Neither of the two people walking forward had a style that you would normally associate with royalty. The man was tall with messy blonde hair wearing a crystalline crown made of what appeared to be obsidian his eyes were a bellowing shade of ruby red wearing a pair of headphones blasting what seemed to be rock music his clothing consisted of a large coat with the inside, collar, tail, and sleeve holes lined with the fur of some sort of creature his shirt was decorated with a mosaic of diamonds and hearts his pants were lined with cuts and patches of what appeared to be lions. As he yawned, he walked forward to a throne large enough for two people to comfortably sit on. This man sits down and slumps down, having most of his back on the throne's actual seat, taking his headphones off. This man was Adamas Captivus Quinvera.*

Adamas:*Yawns as he looks at the woman who was walking behind him slowly making her way to the throne.* Hurry up bell

???: I'm hurrying I'm hurrying!*The second of the two was a short girl compared to the tower of a man that Adamas. She had pale skin speckled with black dots forming a domino-like pattern on her skin her hair was a smooth wave of a light teal color her eyes an unsettling shade of cyan and around her neck was a necklace made of dice and a single card club and spade at its center her clothes consisted of a grey overcoat lining with pockets its sleeves were ripped off to show her arms were tattooed with what appeared to be bird skulls of various kinds mostly what appeared to be corvids and vultures lined down the length of her left arm while her right was dotted with tattoos depicting dice and spades. Her shirt was an almost jet-black color with the words "Die Lucky" her legwear consisted of a pair of knee-length shorts lined with pockets and on her belt was a chain holding a much smaller crown similar to the one on Adama's head and a detail most of the people in the amphitheater weren't noticing was both her and Adamas were barefoot and as the girl sat on the actual arm of the throne swinging her legs with a wide smile on her face this woman is Bellator Quinvera Captivus.* We're sorry we're late Jackie, but we did set an alarm for you as you asked!

Jaqueline:*Rubbed their temple and sighed* apparently though you seem to have slept through it

Bellator: Yeah sorry *gave a sheepish smile to Jaqueline before turning towards the elites slowly looking around the amphitheater and clearing her throat as she began to speak.* Sorry for our tardiness folks. My husband and I overslept but we're now here to talk about why we're all here. The Tournament I hope you all didn't start the fun without us though.

Elite2: *They stand up clearing their throat and looking down at both Bellator and Adamas.* I'm not surprised at all, your highness since we only waited a few minutes before your arrival. However, I am surprised to learn you've chosen someone so...colorful for the position of the Jack, though.

Bellator: Well, me and Adamas here were gonna announce that they had become our Jack a bit later today. However, I guess the regular guy who does this couldn't attend, am I right Jackie?

Jaqueline: You are correct the official mediator had caught a rather nasty cold so she gave me her role for today.

Elite2: Very well then, your majesties we have all been gathered here today to choose the participants of the Tournament. If that is the case I along with my fellow elites shall make sure we choose the ten finest warriors from the ten districts.-* Before they could say another word Adamas raised his hand and began to speak.*

Adamas: Yeaaahhhh we're not gonna be doing that this year.

Elite1: I...I beg your pardon my king what do you mean by that?

Adamas: It's just as I said we aren't planning to do things like that this year. We're gonna mix it up a tad because pardon my language my dear elites. Despite the way we've been doing things, the way the Tournament has been run for the past three decades has been boring as fuck. *At that moment multiple elites stood from their seats some in shock at the language used some in anger and a few from complete confusion.*

Bellator: Oh boy here we go *she rolled her eyes*

Elite3: Do you mean to say the way we've run a centuries-old tradition is boring your highness? What you are saying is utter blasphemy!

*A woman elite stood from her seat and pointed a finger at Adamas in anger before speaking.*

Elite5: Your majesty the kings and queens of Quinterra starting from the very first ruler of this country have always entrusted the elites to handle the selection of the Tournament. Each time it has happened the Tournament was a resounding success. Anything else would be mocking years of dedicated work and labor! * She then slammed her hand down and yelled at Adamas* have you no shame?!

Adamas: *He yawned before sitting up resting his arms on his legs and looking upward to meet the elite's gaze.* And therein lies the problem. We've repeated the same process since it was first established to such a degree that people like you view it as nothing more than a nuisance or a bother. Am I wrong madam?

ELite5: *She growled in anger clenching her fist* why you little-

Bellator: -Over the past three decades, all participants in the Tournament were of high status; none came from a lower standing. If we look past those three Tournaments, there was always a mixture of nobility and common folk. Such events have caused the common folk to feel as though they have no voice in who their hero is. The structure of the Tournament itself has been degrading as well. The Tournament is normally structured in brackets, but that doesn't work anymore. If we continue the way we have been there isn't a way for over 100 participants to easily be found every 10 years without some cherry-picking and even then it's clear that there is favoritism among the participants chosen by you elites. *She crossed her legs and held up her hands splayed out.* So this year there will only be twenty participants

Elite1: Then that simplifies the matter does it not? We elites will select twenty worthy participants both of nobility and common standing. It shouldn't be an issue.

Adamas: Yes, there is, because we all know you elites are of high birth. A majority of the people here have never even once stepped foot into an area filled with common folk unless it was to fill your purses.

Elite4: And what proof do you have that suggests such a thing!?

Adamas: Jaqueline if you will

Jaqueline: As you wish my king. *A mad Cheshire grin appeared on their face as they flung their arm upwards before snapping their fingers. Black and red butterflies appeared and slowly drifted downward before turning into pieces of paper in the hands of the elites. Upon reading the contents their faces grew wide in total fear as the papers were labeled with every bribe every instance of fraud was listed even a few showing cases where they were extorting tax money from the old king and queen. They all looked at Adamas and Bellator who were wearing maniacal grins on their faces as they watched the shock and horror on their faces.* As you can see your lordships everything on those papers is undeniable proof as to why we can't trust you with such a matter. I hope now you understand why we cannot, because according to those papers, you are nothing more than criminals.

Elite5: Lies these are all lies!

Elite4: These prove nothing you ungrateful brats!

Elite3: You three don't know the struggles that comes with being an elite!

Bellator:* She leans towards Adams and chuckles.* Wow they're really pissed off aren't they?

Adamas: Yeah makes me wonder if we can make them any angrier. * A sly grin appeared on his face as he held a hand to his chin.*

Elite2: I KNEW IT!! *He slammed the paper in his hand down before looking at Adamas and Bellator.* I knew you had been nothing more than a mistake to be placed in charge. You are nothing more than a pair of teenagers who have no idea how to run a country or how to respect your elders! We are the proud elites of Quinterra. We work day after day to make sure you both never have to lift a finger. However, I'm willing to let a bastard pass as a king but not some whore who isn't even worth her shi-. *Before he could say another word, Jaqueline grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and. Threw him onto the floor directly at the feet of both Adamas and Bellator both of which were glaring daggers at the man. They both slowly stood up towering over him as he tried to crawl away on his back.*

Adamas: I may have only been king for half a year including today but I will not stand idly by as you insult my wife. You have done far more harm as a person towards your own countrymen. This is because you prove my point about why the elites of Quinterra have become corrupt in their ways. *His voice was filled with nothing but a calm rage as he slowly stepped toward the elite slamming his foot onto them stopping their movement as they gasp for breath while looking at his fellow elites who were shaking in fear at the wrath he just unleashed before Bellator bent down over him with eyes that a cold-hearted killer would give to their victim before their death.*

Bellator: You know you are very lucky I have some self-restraint to not kill you here and now but this won't remain unpunished as of now you will no longer be considered an elite of this country nor will you receive any help or benefits from us or the other elites if you require assistance from this moment forward you are nothing more than a nobleman who has lost the support of his king and queen. *She stopped and looked around at the other elites seeing them tremble in fear at what they just witnessed.* ah shit think I went overboard...

Jaqueline: You kinda did. *They cleared their throat and looked at the elites.*Now unlike your former companion, you will not lose your positions as elites, but you will now be kept in check. But my king and queen have gone off course.

Adamas: *Slowly, he removed his foot from the former elite, looked around at the elites, and then took a deep breath.* Sorry about that folk's temper got the better of us now as we were saying this year me and Bella will personally choose the fighters for the Tournament balancing quality over quantity so we'll only be having twenty fighters as opposed to a hundred as stated before two from each of Quinterra's ten districts with a slight change to how one will win the Tournament as well this time we'll also be introducing sides one for me.

Bellator: And one for me as well!

Elite1: But what does that leave for us elites?

Bellator: Your role in this is pretty simple. Every elite here is tasked to try and spread the word of this and hype it up as much as you can before the Tournament begins in a month. Our apologies go out to you all for how we acted a moment ago. However, just remember if you try stuff like that what we did to that guy over there. * A wide manic grin crept up her face as her eyes shadowed over before speaking.* What we did to him will be child's play compared to the hells we'll put you through~.

*The elites shuttered in fear as Bellator uttered her warning before Adamas stood up straight walking to the center of the amphitheater. He grinned as well before speaking.*

Adamas: Now all said and done we have threatened you, yes but this country has long held the Tournament as a way to bond to see its heroes fight to see who can truly claim that title but over time we lost sight of what it was and how we can make it better as the king... No as a citizen of Quinterra it's in my blood to see who could come out on top to see who will fight their kin as everyone watches because I and Bella don't just want this to be a repetition of years past where all we did was watch people clash blades this year the Tournament will be one of revelry! *As he looked around the elites, his grin grew ever wider as he flung his arms wide open as his pupils began to form into the shape of diamonds.* I ask of you elites what better way is there to show ones spirit as they lock blades in a battle of will against another for the sake of your homeland where all that matters is skill, not status not upbringing, not even one's own past a place where the most brilliant of people can fight the scum of the earth itself with nothing holding them back now tell me do you just want a fight or do you want a show!

*Slowly one by one the elites began to clap and cheer as Adams finished his speech. Except for the few who raised their voices earlier, everyone in the amphitheater began to sing in agreement.*

Bellator: that's the spirit hey Jackie we'll leave it to you from here me and Adamas got some searching to do!

Jaqueline:*Took a bow as both Adamas and Bellator left the amphitheater before looking at the elites.* Well my lords and ladies we have work to do as well~.

*Eventually, a month passed as people began to flood into an arena about the size of a village as people began to find their seats for the Tournament as the festivities were about to begin, and one by one each seat was filled and once they were packed the sky around the arena dimmed as a spotlight shined over Jaqueline who was standing on a floating platform with rails surrounding them before grinning and throwing their arms into the air.*

Jaqueline: GOOD MORNING QUINTERRA! *The crowd went into a cheerful uproar as Jaqueline began to speak.* Today is the day our country's most beloved event starts once again. For those that is their first time watching this allow me to explain. My name is Jaqueline Harlemaine, the current Queen and King's Jack. I shall be your announcer for this Tournament over the course of ten weeks. We'll be broadcasting this wonder Tournament all over the country as the fighters of each round show their stuff. As most people know or hope you know Quinteraa is divided into 10 districts. Every 10 years we gather people claiming to be that district's heroes in one place to show who's the true cream of the crop. This year will be different as we only have twenty fighters as opposed to a hundred and with these changes are some new rules as well! *They held up three of their fingers as they began to explain the rules.* Rule 1: fights to the death are optional. After all, some folks aren't too comfortable with every match being fought to the death. Rule 2: There will only be one fight a week this way each fighter has a full week to train before their match. Rule 3: This tournament does not follow a bracket system. Throughout the tournament, two different sides will be fighting. The first side to rack up the most wins by the end of the tournament will be declared the winner! But I know what your all waiting for let's see who's gonna be blooding each other up!

*The crowd grew quiet as two large scrolls made of light one golden and one silver slowly unfurled in the sky revealing the fighters for both sides.*

: The King's Fighters :

The Musketeer

The Killer

The Miner

The Sniper

The Harlequin

The Executioner

The Knight

The Maestro

The Drifter

???

: The Queen's Fighters :

The Falconer

The Titan

The Trapper

The Puppeteer

The Warrior

The Archivist

The Saint

The Mercenary

The Captain

???

Jaqueline: There you have it folks the fighters for each side. Now your all probably wondering who those two mystery fighters are well only time will tell. In the meantime, let the festivities begin!

*Meanwhile, up in one of the boxed seats of the arena Adamas was grinning as he peered over the box's edge to see the cheering crowd below as a woman dressed in white silvery armor decorated with diamond patterns her helmet was held by her side showing her skin was slightly tanned with the left side of her face was a patch of skin that was as pale as snow that trails down to the right side of her neck her hair was a shade of lilac curled into a short bun with braids tying it together her lower half of armor was silvery except for her grieves, which were gray in color with a pattern of spiraling arrows on the backs, and the bottoms were lined with spikes similar to a pair of cleats as she walked up she cleared her throat as she gained Adamas's attention.*

Knight???: Your highness the first bout is about to begin. It is far too dangerous to stand where you are right now, so I must request you take a seat.

Adamas: You worry too much Charlie. Besides, we are in the perfect spot to watch the action. I don't plan to miss a single second of it especially since the first round is gonna be in such an interesting arena. This is because our guy is used to the deserts and canyons of district 4. How he handles this will be interesting. *His grin grew bigger as he leaned closer to the edge.*

Charlie: *Mumbles* that's Charlemange I've told you hundreds of times now but fine. *She walked over to the edge and looked down at all the various spectators.*However, I've never seen this many people in the capital before, not even in past Tournaments.

Adamas: That's because this is the first Tournament in years where there's common folk fighting as well, of course, they're gonna come though I do wonder what Bell's up to right now?

*Across the arena, in a different viewing box. Bellator was sitting on the edge of the viewing box eating a bucket of popcorn with her legs crossed and a smile plastered on her face. She was watching as a man with black hair with a few gray streaks dressed in raggedy leather armor and a baggy pair of pants all along his body. He was armed with a variety of knives, some simple daggers others were serrated swordbreakers hanging from the back of his belt. He walked up next to her and leaned against the edge, whistling before glancing over at Bellator through a blindfold lined with stitched on X's.*

Blindfold???: Well your a happy little mouse today aren't cha?

Bellator: oh definitely! I can't believe today I finally get to see how our adorable bird shows her stuff. She's gonna be awesome out there and knowing Adama. He's gonna throw a real tough guy at us as well. This makes me wish I was the one down there getting a chance to brawl! Speaking of which I figured a grizzled mercenary like you would be appalled to even be up here with a high and mighty queen, so Lupin... what's up?

Lupin: I mean it's been almost a year since ya last contacted me and color me surprised when you queen of Quinterra comes up to my rickety hovel and gives me the opportunity of a lifetime after all the last time I saw you you were.-

Bellator: That's not who I am anymore now I'm just a happily married woman and queen to her beloved country nothing more nothing less.

Lupin: Yes ma'am so on the subject of his royal highness he treating you right?

Bellator: Oh, Lupin, don't worry, he treats me better than people used to. On top of that, he is able to survive the things I usually go through, so that's a huge benefit. *She turned her head back to the arena. The various dots on her body began to ripple and slowly change shape. The stone around her began to crack, and the popcorn in her hand seemed to wither and decay. Her smile grew and the whites of her eyes started to blacken.* Now let's have some fun with the show~

*Soon the light in the arena dimmed as the floating platform Jaqueline was standing on gradually centered itself in the middle of the arena. Slowly, they raised their hand before snapping their fingers. Black and red butterflies filled the air as the arena below slowly turned into that of a small hamlet. There are cobbled streets with most buildings having two stories. As the butterflies faded, Jaqueline began to speak.*

"So folks who's ready to begin!"

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Hello, hope you all really enjoyed this chapter. I personally had a blast writing this first chapter. I'm looking forward to seeing what you guys think and guessing who the fighters might be and what they might look like. I hope you enjoyed it until next time my lovable psychopaths and genius rogues!

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