The sun rose on the day, shining on the city known as Opes- the human capital city. Within the city walls, the west half was known as the Residential area- this is where people lived. Further south in the same area were the slums. The homeless lived here, supported only by those who have enough generosity to give them coin. To the north were the rich nobles, with extravagant and flamboyant houses, trying to outdo each other. The southeastern part of Opes was the Business place, where craftsmen sell their goods. And lastly, in the northeast was the castle, where the current king of the human empire- Artemisius- resided.
“I take it preparations have been taken care of?” Artemisius asked.
“Yes sir, it should be ready within the month.” Responded one of his messengers.
“Good. This is the three-hundredth anniversary of this tournament, we need it to be better than ever before.”
“Yes, and we estimate a record number of people will arrive to watch- nearly three thousand, from what I hear. Not to mention those planning on signing up.”
“With numbers like that, we'll most definitely need to move it to outside the city. The eastern ruins are still unoccupied, correct?”
“I believe so, sir. Yes.”
“Make it so that the tournament will be held there. We cannot hold three thousand more
people within these walls, it would be chaos.”
“Of course, sir, I shall see to it right away.”
The messenger exited the room and left the king to his own thoughts. The old ruins… I sure hope nobody makes a fuss about what happened so long ago… We cant even be sure it really happened… but I suppose there will always be the few who believe in those old stories no matter what.
Two weeks later…
The king looked over the east wall and smiled. The three-hundredth annual Ketto Tournament was about to begin. It was still two days away, but people were pouring in from the portals in the business district, of every race. This year's tournament was sure to be one to remember. The king was only worried about the old stories of the ruins from so long ago. Most people had likely forgotten by now, but fears about the incident of old were sure to worry some.
Artemisius turned back from the wall with renewed hope about the occasion. The only thing he truly had to worry about was the fact that the ruins were about two miles from the city. He smiled, and made his way back to the castle. All that I can do now is wait.