by Yamaneko » Sun May 25, 2014 5:49 pm
It was early in the morning. Darkness surrounded the arena. A few birds just started to sing and to announce the coming dusk.
Everything was prepared, the starting teams, too. As they were told the gathered around something that looked similar to a finish line. It was a bit confusing. Why did they have to come here? They had to appear in full racing outfits. But nobody told them that the race would start now. The arena was filled with darkness. Just a few voices could vaguely be heard from the grandstands.
Yama took her wand from one of her shadows.
‘Ok, let’s give them a warm welcome’, she whispered to the helper. The man nodded and went to the big wooden doors that were still closed. He waited for a small sign of Yama before he opened them. Yama herself just took a deep breath. They trained for this moment since weeks. Nothing should go wrong now.
Suddenly the big door opened, music sounded. A dark silhouette entered the arena. Obviously a Narakari with rider. As they came closer the proud black tri-corn started to trot. The stayed close to the arenas edge and started to surround the field of participants. The rider rose a wand. At the same moment a flambeau sparked hissing just a few meters behind her.
Bethmoora did an amazing job. They trained so hard during the last weeks. She moved great, although she still was like a rough diamond. Even the flambeaus behind her were no real problem. She just twitched a little bit when the first one sparked. And the audience was quite too. Everything went according the plan.
The rider on the black Narakari brought more and more light to the arena. She wore a costume, like the other participants, too. Dark clothes in black and green, with a few golden parts. The catchiest thing were her long and golden horns.
She finished her round through the arena and came straight towards the starting field now. Again she rose her wand and now the audience broke their silence. They welcomed the participants with applause and screams. More flambeaus sparked, a few of them marked the way to the wooden doors, and the others shone from the top of the grandstands.
Bethmoora moved a few steps backwards, appalled by the sudden noise. But she kept control and trusted in her rider.
Slowly the elation calmed down.
‘Welcome, dishonourables’, Yama said, quiet and smiling.
‘We’re all unworthy. But one of us might be able to earn honour and victory. Well, let’s find out who it is. I’ll close these doors behind me and when the open again your tournament starts. Oh and you better don’t leave the way. Let’s say it won’t be a good idea.’
She turned around and left the arena slowly. The doors closed behind her.
art (c) by Cavy's Girl