I'm lacking the creative ingenuity to provide a clever and witty name (Character Chat 5)

She wrung her fingers, still sitting on the floor. "War Games qualifications are tomorrow." She paused, chewing her lip. "You've been recommended to participate."

She reached up to check the invitations. She was invited by necessity, being a student of the University. She tossed hers to the side and inspected Runner's. "Umm. Oh. Well then. It's Irena. She's one of Savage Realm's rulers–the ruler of the Underworld, to be exact. I guess she's heard about you." Tessa shivered when the image of the goddess popped into her head. I really hope this isn't a way to dispose of him. If so, she's gonna go through me–and by me, I mean Cin. That bitch scary!

"You're obligated to do qualifications, if only to uphold the respect of your sponsor. After that, if you qualify, you're free to back out. They've changed it up a bit this year,," she mused.

She shrugged. "Dunno. Pass a test. It's different for each participant. Oh, and you're being watched the entire time."

"Magical. A test of your abilities."

She nodded. "In that case, better plan on getting up early. We have a busy and long day tomorrow."

She chuckled and yawned, summoning and stretching her wings before curling up on the floor, using her wings as a blanket. "Not tonight."

She eventually fell into a light sleep, dreaming of the Games.

In the morning, Tess knocked on Runner's door. "Rise and shine," she sung.

She rolled her eyes and knocked a little harder. "Get up, Amore. We're already behind schedule."

Tessa leaned against the door frame, already dressed in black a sports bra and black shorts with her hair pulled up in a ponytail. "Get dressed. We're leaving in ten minutes." She ran her eyes up and down his figure. "I'd suggest wearing something you won't miss."

Tessa was downstairs, talking to a woman with long, silky hair of various shades of blue. Her skin had a faint tint of sea green, and she had big, deep blue eyes that matched the color of the ocean just outside. Her features were strong and angular as opposed to soft and round. She, too, was wearing similar clothes as Tessa.

The woman looked up at Runner as he came downstairs, exposing needle-like teeth as she smiled. "So this is your little plaything? Cute." Her voice was slippery and her accent was thick. Tessa rolled her eyes.

Tessa grabbed his arm. "Alright sleepy head. Let's go." She nodded at the woman, who pulled out a portal gem and activated it. Tess pulled Runner through and the woman followed.
They entered the outskirts of what seemed to be a giant colosseum, with stands filled to the brim with spectators. Hundreds upon hundreds of participants circled the arena, held back by a waist high concrete wall.

"It is," the woman said. "People from across the realm challenge their skills and battle for glory and fame. Gods from all over see just how well their children do in the art of war. Skill and strategy are tested, not just brute force." She shot a look at Tessa, who feigned a look of hurt. "Not many make it to the final round, however, and most chicken out before a winner can be declared. But people are optimistic that this year's War Games will yield the first winner in…" She tilted her head in thought. "About 500 years."