The morning sun rose lazily over the sprawling grounds of the academy, casting long shadows on the grand stadium. The anticipation for the final match had reached a fever pitch, with banners of both Rynhara and Lyra flying high above the arena. Students, teachers, and spectators from around the world bustled through the corridors, excitedly speculating about the outcome.
However, the crowd's enthusiasm turned to murmurs of confusion as an announcement echoed through the academy.
"Attention, students and hounoured guests," the voice of the headmaster boomed through the magical communication system. "Due to unforeseen circumstances regarding stadium management and safety checks, the final match of the tournament will be delayed by one day."
A wave of groans and complaints rippled through the crowd, but the announcement wasn't finished.
"While we understand the disappointment, we promise the wait will be worth it. Both finalists have earned their spot, and it is only right that the conditions for their battle are perfect. Thank you for your patience."
Rynhara, lounging in her quarters, sighed dramatically. "Seriously? A delay? This is the kind of stuff that makes me want to set things on fire."
Kaelira chuckled as she folded another of Rynhara's spare uniforms. "On the bright side, Princess, you have more time to prepare."
"Or more time to stew in my annoyance," Rynhara shot back, rolling her eyes.
Later that day, the academy's auditorium was packed as the headmaster delivered a special speech. Standing tall and regal on the stage, he adjusted his glasses and began addressing the crowd.
"Students, faculty, and esteemed guests, it has been an incredible journey through this tournament. We have witnessed moments of brilliance, unyielding determination, and battles that will be remembered for years to come."
The audience applauded, the excitement building once more.
"This year's finals are a clash of titans. On one side, we have Lyra Wintersong, a frost prodigy with a sharp mind and a deadly blade. On the other, we have Rynhara Drakethorne, the Darkness Dragon Princess, whose unpredictable style and overwhelming power have shaken this very arena."
Rynhara, sitting with her arms crossed in the VIP section, smirked at the mention of her name. "At least he's accurate," she whispered to Kaelira.
"But let us not forget those who fell valiantly along the way," the headmaster continued. "I must mention Fyn Ashelborne, a strong competitor who fought with heart and passion but has now been eliminated from the competition."
Rynhara perked up. "Wait… Fyn's lost? He's not coming after me anymore right? Yay im eternally thankfull to whoever knocked him out."
Kaelira leaned closer and whispered, "It seems so. Guess you won't have to deal with his obsession for a while."
"Finally, some good welcome news, if only all my enemies outed each other." Rynhara muttered, leaning back in her chair.
The headmaster's voice grew louder, full of conviction. "Let this final match be a testament to the strength, will, and spirit of our academy! Prepare yourselves for a spectacle that will leave you breathless!"
The crowd erupted into cheers as the speech concluded.
The next morning, the stadium buzzed with activity. Spectators filled the seats, food vendors shouted over the din, and magical projections showed highlights from previous matches. The delay had only heightened the anticipation.
Rynhara stood in the waiting room, her katana strapped to her side. Her fingers brushed against the hilt as she took a deep breath.
"You're sure about the katana, Princess?" Kaelira asked, holding out Rynhara's scythe as a backup.
"Absolutely," Rynhara said with a smirk. "Lyra's expecting the scythe. The katana keeps her guessing."
Kaelira nodded, though a flicker of worry crossed her face. "Just… don't underestimate her."
Rynhara rolled her eyes. "When do I ever?"
Before Kaelira could answer, an official entered. "Miss Drakethorne, it's time to beginthe match."
The roar of the crowd was deafening as Rynhara stepped onto the arena floor. She adjusted the grip on her katana, her sharp eyes scanning the massive stadium and its cheering spectators.
Across the field, Lyra emerged from her own entrance, her rapier glinting like a shard of ice. Her expression was calm, but her gaze burned with determination.
The announcer's voice boomed over the arena. "Ladies and gentlemen, the moment we've all been waiting for! The grand finale of this year's tournament!"
The crowd's cheers grew louder as the announcer continued. "In one corner, we have the frost queen herself, Lyra Wintersong! And in the other, the unpredictable powerhouse, Rynhara Drakethorne!"
Both combatants walked to the center of the field, the tension between them palpable.
"This is it," Rynhara said, her smirk returning. "Ready to lose, Frostbite?"
Lyra's lips curled into a small smile. "Let's see if the 'villainess' can keep up with the cold. I hope you dont get too chilly."
The announcer raised his hand. "Contestants, take your positions!"
The crowd fell silent, the anticipation almost suffocating.
"First year tournament final! This is the battle to decide the strongest first year ! Strongest first year ,number one battle!!!!!!Reaaadyyy?Go!"