Bells rang loud, clamor rushed amidst the coliseum. Celestial's peered from their elated seats, talking and laughing about the amusing stand-off. One side held a child, a girl, the other, a knight of the realm who drew his sword against a short but sparkly figure. Her eyes burnt a reminiscent flame, one unshaken by size or strength, one at the ready to defeat. Two gongs marked the start, before their eyes, the little lady transferred into a fairy princess, guardian of the forest and wildlife. Sat at her back loomed a sanguine sneer, one dark, cold, and joyful. He looked on, dressed in peculiar clothes; a military-style uniform – Claireville Academy's suit, first outfit that ever gave a sense of authority and a place of belonging. He watched confidently through a rounded glass. Seats immediate his were empty – attendants knowingly avoided his gaze – fear, envy, jealousy, hate – the mixture ranged.