Day One: Early Morning

[Minoshia]

Molecules realigned and his body took form as his teleportation to the battleground neared completion. He first felt the cool breeze colliding with his face, his eyes were closed and he let his nostrils kidnap some of the fresh air, seeping into his lungs. His chest expanded, and with the movement he let his eyelids fall back, and his deep black eyes gazed upon the stars of Dante once more. Squatting slowly, his fingers dug deep into the soft dirt, lifting some from its origin and letting it idle calmly in his hand; he soothed it with his stroking fingers. This was most definitely the bloodstained soil of Dante and he, the Dark Prince, was finally back. His return had been a long time coming, not one day had passed since last year?s competition that he hadn?t let the memories replay in his head.

He tread lightly, with nothing to weigh him down save his black clothing and his survival bag. The bag consisted of food, water and his weapon, a compass and a map. He knew from years past the food would not suffice his tastes or the duration of his stay on the planet; as he fully intended on staying until the completion of the tournament.

He had been teleported into the middle of nowhere, with no cover. Instinctively he had begun to carefully make his way towards the nearest bit of shelter, trees in this case. The motto of this tournament for as long as he could remember had been ?It?s not about killing? It?s about not dying.? It was a survival game by nature, and Minoshia thought about this often, because he couldn?t fully grasp the concept of a contestant not wanting to simply kill everyone; that was his strategy and it all seemed perfectly okay to him.

We have to pay them back for last year. We have to show them all what we are capable of. He stopped to think for a second, almost confirming with himself some sort of diabolic scheme, the simple ness of it all was obviously amusing to him as he grinned pleasantly. We?ll kill them all?

?? Blood shall stain the grounds we walk on, dying the soil red?? The prince soon realized he had gone from conversing in his mind, to talking out loud. Shrugging it off he continued to move on, his black eyes slowly lining themselves with his inner flame, his heart pumping faster. The Konat?s lust for blood was unmatched by any in this competition, his complete need for it. The withdrawal from his ?Life force? had been dragging out far too long, and it was time for blood to be spilled onto the ground before him.

As his small, quick body darted into the shelter of the woods, he began to speak to his mind once more. We are back, we are most definitively back, and It is time to unleash our fury upon these people?

?In Time, Death will come for them all??