Far from the quiet greenery of dragon village,

beyond the misty mountains and winding rivers,

stood the majestic kingdom of Aetherion - a

land of silver towers, bustling streets,and

legacy carved in stone.

It was a land of pride, prosperity and power.

And it was preparing for the greatest 

Festival in five years.

The streets of Aetherion pulsed with life.

townsfolk worked tirelessly, hanging banners of 

gold and crimson from their windows.children

ran through the alleys with painted face,and

merchants decorated their stalls with exotic 

fabrics, sweet treats,and carved wooden 

swords.

Laughter and excitement filled the air.

In the heart of the kingdom, workers toiled day

and night to complete a massive coliseum - the 

great battle arena.hammers changed, stone 

dust rose in the sunlight, and enchantment 

shimmered in the scaffolding.the arena would 

soon host warriors and magic users from 

across the lands, and every strike of the chisel

brought them closer to the Legendary battles.

Not far from the arena, the grand castle of

Aetherion stood like a crown atop the capital.

It's high Walls gleamed in the sun, guarded by

rows of elite soldiers.some trained in 

formation, others patrolled the stone corridors 

with silent precision.the kingdoms strength 

was not only in its people - but in its discipline.

Inside the royal throne room, chandeliers of 

crystal light shimmered above as nobles and 

ministers knelt before the king.

Seated upon a throne etched in dragon bone 

and silver,king Altherion Draveth gazed down

with regal calm.beside him sat queen vaelora,

proud and poised,and there children - prince

Kaelion,broad-shouldered and noble;prince

Silas,lean-eyed and unreadable;and between 

them, the radiant Princess Elirya,her

expression gentle but distant.

A man in gleaming armor steeped forward and 

knelt.

"My lord,"the captain of the guard said,"the

preparations proceed well.the arena nears

completion.the street are alive with 

celebration.the people are ready."

King Altherion gave a small nod.his voice,

deep and commanding, echoed across the 

marble hall.

"Good,but let us not become careless.the

festival begins in seven days.I want every 

guard alert, every street watched,every 

enchantment tested.leave nothing to chance,"

"Yes my lord."

"And one more thing,"the king continued,"send

words to every kingdom and noble house:Team

registration for the great battle arena opens

now.it will remain open for three days only .

after that,no new entries will be accepted."

The captain bowed low, "as you command."

As he departed, one of the noble stood.

"My lord, the hearts of the people full of joy.

this years festival shines with more spirit than

ever before.all thanks to your rule."

King Altherion's expression softened slightly.

"I only wish for our people to live in peace....to

feel safe.....to dream freely.this festival honors

the blood that build this kingdom - especially 

those who gave everything to protect it.their

memory will never fade."

A Chorus of voices rang out in unison.

        "Long live our king, long live our king!

Than council was dismissed.

Later,as the moon rose above Aetherion,

casting silver light across the castles towers.

Princess Elirya sat quietly in her balcony 

chamber.

The lantern beside her flickered gently in the 

night Breeze.

She stared up at the stars, eyes lost in memory.

From behind her,her gentle caretaker 

approached."princess, you seem far away 

tonight.are you well?"

Princess Elirya glanced over her shoulder, than smiled 

faintly,"I'm fine.just....wondering if someone 

will return for this years battle arena,"

The caretaker blinked."who, princess?"

Elirya smile faltered."no one important."

The caretaker bowed and quietly steeped away.

Princess left alone again, Elirya turned toward the 

wooden sword mounted on her wall.it had 

grown old -worn, but treasured.her fingers 

brushed the hilt as a memory flickered.

FLASHBACK.

Outside the battle arena, years ago....

A young Elirya stood face to face with a boy 

her age.his face was flushed with fury.he held

a sword in his trembling hands.

"How could you do this to me?"the boy 

yelled.

"You promised you'd help me win-help me 

fullfill my father's dream! I'll never forgive 

you!"

His name was Bhaila.

The boy she couldn't forget.

The one who known as Raikuro.

Back in the present, Elirya pressed her hands to 

her chest and whispered.

     "I'm sorry Bhaila...."

Narration: The Great Battle Arena.

Every five years, the kingdom of Aetherion 

honors it's fallen king-a man who gave his life 

in the great war-by hosting the FESTIVAL OF 

FLAME AND HONOR.

For two days, the kingdom bursts into 

celebration - music, food , dance, storytelling,

and joy flow like rivers through the streets.but

on the third day,all eyes turn to the arena.

The great battle arena is not ordinary 

competition.it is a crucible for warriors, mages,

and heroes.teams from across the continent 

travel here for one purpose - to claim the title of 

arena champion.a name etched forever in the 

stones of Aetherion.

Because magic users are rare, the sight of 

spells colliding in open combat draws 

thousands to witness the spectacle.

:Official rules of the great battle 

arena:

1. Each team must include:

    *3 Fighters (magic user or warrior)

    *1 Healer 

    *1 Coach.

2. Only the 3 Fighters are allowed in battle.

    The Healer and Coach must remain on the 

     bench.their roles are:

      *The Healer:to support and heal after the 

        Fight.

      * The Coach:to observe, strategize, and 

          advice - but not to fight.

3. Magic power and weapons are allowed,

     however, forbidden items such as secret 

     potions or power - enhancing elixirs are 

     strictly prohibited.

4. All-out battle format:

    All three fighters from each team will fight 

    simultaneously on the battlefield.

    it's not turn - based, it's a war.

5. Victory condition:

     If all three fighters on one team are unable 

     to continue (either defeated or surrender),

     the opposing team wins.

The stage was nearly set.

The banners would rise, the horns would sound.

and lagends would be born - or broken.

Somewhere in the jungle, a masked warrior 

trained beneath the stars, unaware that his past 

would soon return to meet him at the 

great battle arena.

And somewhere in the castle of Aetherion, a 

Princess waited......

..... wondering if he would ever come back.

  

                 THE END 

To be continue.........