The first round ended before it started, Ziccarra's opponent never showed up. His "forfeit" meant she had gotten a free pass to the second round, however unbeknownst to the Spanish Marquesta, Amora; her second round opponent, had won her first match and was a Goddess. Can Ziccarra shake off the rust of the first round, to battle with Amora who is riding a wave of momentum?
Z removed her mask, allowing her hair that ran along the left side of her head to drape her delicate shoulders. Despite her already aching body, she was ready for a fight; since her first opponent didn’t bother to show up; she figured she’d get automatically advanced to the next round. Exhaling deeply, her thoughts immediately fell on her daughter; Isadora. She hadn’t seen her baby since before the initial invasion of Venezuela, she had become so tangled in the death of Chavez; that she failed to spend ample enough time with her child.
A thought crossed her mind, one that she normally wouldn’t bother to entertain, but forfeiting this fight right now would allow her to devote time to finding Quintus Knightfall and Isadora. The thought faded almost as, soon as it entered her mind. There was something in her body that propelled her to see the completion of this tourney. Could it have curiosity? Did she have something to prove? Maybe she wanted to see how long she could go, before pumping herself full of insulin; or maybe she wanted to see if her body would comply to her every whim.
Whatever her reasoning for doing so, she was learning how hard it was to be “herself”, when she was in charge of the Cardinals; she rarely had to get her hands dirty, they worshipped the ground she walked on; and treated her like a goddess.
A common theme with the likeness of “Gods and Goddess” was that they usually adopted some sort of human like traits; Obsessive Jealousy, Stubbornness, Pride, Anger. Though not a goddess, the self-proclaimed goddess of Cardinal Laws learned another important theme about the godly. Love is often unrequited.
Taking exactly one step forward, Ziccarra fell clumsily down what appeared to be a hole? She landed in a crouched position, the impact of her fall weighing heavy on her knees. “You have got to be kidding me…” she whispered, her thick Iberian parlance slurring her words a bit. “Wonderland…” She whispered, again feeling a bit sick. She hated this movie.
She glanced around the room, only to find that she was nearly too tall to enter the courtyard. This was the chosen place for battle? Ideally it favored Ziccarra; her knack for illusions, and the deceptive art would allow her to use the world in its entirety.
Drinking a shrink formula, she shrunk down to size; and opened the sleeping doorknob. One thing she planned on was to expect this world to frustrate her expectations and challenge her understanding of the natural order of the world.
It was a slow saunter of the Former Cardinal Queen to the courtyard, but as she waited the arrival of her opponent, her mask disintegrated transforming her clothes into her dark green battle tunic and foxed nose mask.
“Round 2” She whispered, ready to begin.