User blog:Carol of the bells/Zen and Seria --- the arena

Zen and Seria --- the arena
Zen gazed upwards, following the outline of the towering walls of the arena. She felt her heart ache slightly--she hadn't been here in three years, ever since she had been exiled. Still, how she longed for the competitive satisfaction.

"Hey you!" A woman's voice called out from behind, "Only summoners are allowed to be here!"

Zen turned to see an angry looking Seria (although she always looked angry). "Seria? What brings you here?"

Seria blinked, recognizing the shorter girl. "Zen?" She placed a hand on her hip. "I never knew you competed in the arena. And as for why I'm here, that's completely my buisness..."

"I don't compete," Zen replied, "But I was considering wether or not I should."

The warrior laughed bitterly. "Hah! That should prove amusing. Don't you know it takes years to prepare for even the novice level? How do you expect to survive?"

Though most find the woman's attitude off-putting, Zen brushed off her discouragement and confidently walked to the entrance. "While I appreciate your concern, I am confident I will be fine."

Seria's cheeks reddened. "Y-you idiot, I'm not concerned!" She crossed her arms and huffed angrily. "That oblivous brat..."


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Zen sighed in content as she exited the arena, satisfied with the battles she had won. As she was about to leave, Seria stopped her. "Oi, Zen!"

"Ah, Seria," The young girl greeted, "I was just about to depart. Would you care to join me for a celebratory lunch?"

"Cele-what?" Seria noticed a small medal hanging from Zen's belt. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "You...they ranked you a Warrior...? On your first day?!" She scowled. "Impossible! It took me many months to get there, and yet you...!"

"But I have participated before," Zen explained, still not completely aware of Seria's frustration.

"Tch, beginner's luch," Seria murmered. "Your good fortune will not last, fool. Not jump ahead of yourself."

"I appreciate your concern."

"I'm--I'm not concerned, idiot!"