Many people who don't know, have questioned how the Windfield name got to hold such heavy weight if they've been in hiding since Death's Second Great War. There is, of course, the fact that Alice practically single-handedly started and won Death's Third Great War. However, this is simply how Alice got to be known as "Blood Alice." While this title specifically was imagined for a massacre Alice didn't commit herself, the ones responsible would tell you themselves that they did it for "Elder Sister," and still give Alice full credit. But this is beside the point. The Windfield family name was purposely spread during the 10th millennial Grand Interracial Tournament.
This tournament, as is common knowledge, is a tournament held every thousand years that features beings from the four great worlds: Death, Heaven, Earth, and the God's Realm. Those who believe they can win ultimately end up challenging a god's power- an act that can only end in untold multitudes of honor or death. You can enter with a team of up to 7 people. You win when every member of the opposite team is unconscious, admits defeat, or is dead. Aside from these, no real rules have been established. Mostly because the gods are lazy, but few dare to seriously challenge them.
Most who join the tournament from the world's below the God's Realm usually don't go to win, but to make names for themselves. The general plan being this: Show my power as much as I can in the eyes of the most powerful beings from the four great worlds, but admit defeat before challenging a god.
The Windfield team was unique from all of the others and stood out from the start for 2 reasons: Only 5 members instead of the full seven, and between the five of them, they had somebody with blood from each of the four great worlds. This was also the first team ever to feature a member of the human race.
The 5 members?
Emmett Windfield: 6'5". Team Captain. B-rank Dragon.
Alice Windfield: 5'6". Team's second-in-command. A-rank Nightmare, Aquatic Royal, descendant of the 3rd Immortal.
Kyle Windfield: 5'9". Team Pawn. C-rank Shadow, Guardian of Death.
Micah Windfield: 5'7". Team Knight. B-rank (Disputably A-Rank, but those from Heaven will argue against it since he was disgraced, and thusly demoted a rank, apparently) Archangel- cast out of heaven.
Lucium Windfield: 4'2". Team Substitute. E-rank human.
Naturally, people laughed:
"Who would be so foolish as to challenge the gods standing beside a human!"
"Those idiots couldn't even get enough people to join to make a full team!"
"That's Blood Alice, right? What the hell's she doing with a bunch of nobodies?"
"Wasn't that kid disgraced?"
"He thinks he's a dragon?! Doesn't he know those are extinct?!"
"I've never heard of that Guardian of Death. Are you sure he really is one..?"
"Say that to my face, you bastards!" Kyle exclaimed, "I am a Guardian in the name of Erubahn, the god of death!"
"Quit shouting," Alice groaned, "Nobody cares."
"Why don't you do something?!" Kyle turned to Alice, "Shut them up with that goddess-like fear aura of yours!"
Alice's red eyes turned to him and burned a hole in his soul, "Nothing about me is LIKE a goddess. I AM a goddess. Anyone who calls me a half-breed will get locked in a realm of his own fear."
"Uh huh," Kyle nodded with wide eyes, "Of course, of course."
"They'll all learn who they're messing with soon enough, "Emmett stated, "After this, nobody will dare to challenge a Windfield."
"Yes! We'll show them! We're gonna win this whole thing!" Lucium cheered.
"You're pretty confident," Micah observed, "Aren't you even a little scared..?"
"Why?" Lucium asked with an innocent smile.
"Standing within arm's reach of an A-rank trying to kill you?" Micah asked.
"I have nothing to fear with my brothers and sister beside me!" Lucium replied.
"Damn straight!" Alice agreed.
Micah sighed, "I hope you're right."
"Micah, we'll forgive you since you're the new newbie to this whole 'Windfield' thing," Kyle said as he put an arm around Micah's shoulders, receiving an odd look from the archangel, "But you should know that Windfields are undefeatable when they're together."
"Nobody is invincible," Micah stated.
"Like hell I'm not!" Alice turned her death glare to Micah, "If all else fails, FEAR BEATS ALL."
"Y-yeah!" Micah nodded, "Of course it does! Of course it does!"
When registration for entry closed, it took the coordinators only an hour to post who would be facing whom in the first round. A total of five rounds would be held. The winning team will be the only team to win all 5 rounds.
"Perfect!" Emmett grinned while looking at the board, " We'll each get a turn!"
"Turn..?" Kyle raised an eyebrow.
Alice smirked, "I knew you'd do something like that."
Micah looked around with a puzzled expression, and Emmett explained, "Each round, we'll feature a different member of our team!"
"You mean fight ALONE?!" Kyle exclaimed.
Emmett chuckled, "Not alone. The rest of us will just support. Help in the background while whoever's up takes the spotlight. You'll be first."
"Me?" Micah looked at Emmett with wide eyes, "Why me..?"
Emmett pointed to the board, "Our first match is against the only team sent from Heaven. I'm guessing these seven are big-shots over there. You're going to prove that being cast out of Heaven hasn't diminished your power."
"Aah," Micah nodded.
Heaven's Best vs. The Windfields
The team of angels eyed their opponents with mixed emotions: Yes! An easy win! But... Beating these small fries won't give us recognition...
Micah stood a good 5 steps ahead of the rest of his team, looking determined. His act would be his family's first statement. It had to be a bold one.
A loud buzzer sounded, signaling the start of the match.
Micah spread his black wings and look in a deep breath as the other angels did the same. Micah took to the air in order to get a good view. The angels twitched like they expected to take flight themselves.
"Whaddaya know?" Kyle folded his arms, "An archangel CAN take away the powers of lower angels!"
Blue flames surrounded Micah and spread until the circle of flames was about 50 feet in diameter. Then, Micah fell like a comet, flames crashing down on the opponents, leaving a crater in its wake. When the smoke cleared, Micah stood at the center of the crater. No sign of the others.
The crowd was dead silent until one angelic member of the crowd shouted, "Murderer!" The observers erupted into excited cheers at seeing the match take an unexpected turn.
Micah looked around, confused, "I'm not that cruel..."
A shadow in the crater beside Micah faded away and returned to Kyle. Where the shadow once was, seven angels stood, petrified with fear.
Micah glared at them, "I asked him to do that before the match. If you wish to continue and try to hurt my family, I'll be forced to repeat my attack without my brother's interference."
The team captain fell to his knees, muttered, "I apologize of this disgrace to our kind," and shouted, "We concede defeat! Heaven's Best surrender to the Windfields!"
Another round of applause erupted from the crowd.
After the match, the Windfields stood in front of the board, "We're up against a bunch of aquatics." Emmett looked back at Alice.
She glared at him with her arms folded over her chest and an eyebrow raised.
"Right, we should save you for a later round," Emmett said and thought, "Then, I suppose... I'll go."
Lucium looked up at her brother with alarmed eyes, "Against a bunch of aquatics?"
"Teach them not to underestimate a dragon," Alice said with a nod.
Marine Knights vs. The Windfields
"I believe in you, Emmi!" Lucium cheered.
"Isn't that guy the one who said he was a dragon?"
"Why is he standing in front against a bunch of aquatics..?"
"I knew he wasn't a real dragon!"
"Burn 'em like Anamerie's cooking!" Kyle joined in his little sister's cheering.
"Ready, Alice?" Emmett asked.
"Shut up and focus, idiot," Alice growled.
"Glad to hear it," Emmett said with a nod.
A bell chimed, signaling the start of the match.
Emmett's skin began to glow, the light spreading and taking a different shape.
"Now! Don't let him do whatever he's doing!" the apparent captain of the Marine Knights ordered. The team began to move in an organized, well planned formation, everyone drawing a sword.
"Thinking you can do such a long-winded attack!" another member of the other team shouted, "I'll kill you for looking down on us! How stupid do you think we are?!"
"Extremely," Alice muttered, raising a hand. The other team froze in its tracks. "I didn't need to raise my hand," Alice replied to the confused aquatics without being asked, "I just wanted you to know it was me. I am your rightful queen. I can control water. You idiots are 80% water. You cannot defy me." She paused and looked over at Emmett, "Aren't you done yet?"
The light around Emmett faded. In his place stood a dark dragon almost 30 feet tall. The dragon, Emmett, roared. The crowd erupted with excitement as Emmett's neck glowed like heating embers. The aquatic team stood frozen with a mix of fear and disbelief as hot flames surrounded them and drew closer.
"We surrender!" a voice cried amidst the flames, "The Marine Knights concede defeat! Stop!!"
The flames faded away. The other team was singed, but nothing seemed serious.
At the match board once more, Emmett furrowed his brow, "They're a bunch of E-ranks, but they're ghosts..."
"Ghosts..? How do immaterial beings fight..?" Micah asked.
"A more accurate question," Kyle remarked, "Would be, 'How do WE fight immaterial beings??' "
"It's a mental battle. We'll fight with fear," Emmett replied. All eyes turned to Alice.
She grinned, "Ghosts who can only fight by possessing people and spooking them into defeat. I'll show them what real horror feels like."
"Nobody's got a more horrific face than yours," Kyle said with a nod.
Fear Masters vs The Windfields
"There's a really creepy little girl," Kyle shivered, "They have a REAL little girl ghost! What the hell?! Ghosts shouldn't be real!"
Alice stretched her triceps by putting her elbow behind her head, "Shut up."
"Only putting up one person again?! You underestimate the power of fear!" one of the ghosts shouted.
"You under-utilize it," Alice murmured, staring down her opponents. The ghosts backed up a step instinctively.
Silence dominated the battlefield until a gong rang, signaling the start of the match.
The ghosts and Alice stared at each other. After a couple seconds, inquisitive murmurs floated through the crowd.
Micah looked over at the others, "Uh..."
"It's truly a mental battle," Emmett observed with a shrug.
"And nobody's more mental than Alice," Kyle remarked.
Micah started, "But how-"
All seven of the ghosts burst into painful shrieks. Lucium covered her ears. The images of two of the ghosts began bleeding from the eyes. Three others began clawing at their own skins. The last two dropped to the ground in a fetal position, holding their heads and twitching uncontrollably.
Kyle raised an eyebrow, "Not even eight seconds..? Even I lasted 14 before I started screaming."
Micah turned to him with one eyebrow lowered and his mouth hanging open. Several questions entered his mind, but none of them left his mouth.
"STOP! STOOOOOP!! MAKE IT STOOOP!!!" the ghosts began shrieking.
"That's hardly an admission of defeat," Alice raised a superior eyebrow.
"WE SURRENDER!" the ghosts began screaming. "LET US GO!" they cried.
"FEAR MASTERS CONCEDE DEFEAT!" the captain finally managed to get the words out, "BLOOD ALICE IS THE TRUE MASTER OF FEAR!!"
"There it is," Alice nodded and turned on her heel. She brushed past her silent family, and the other four followed, leaving behind a cheering crowd and seven devastated ghosts, trembling and crying on the ground. It would take more than time to cope with the horrors they were forced to face.
At the board once more, Emmett read aloud, "Seems we're facing 'The Godly Titans,' " he read on and summed it up, "Seems they're all gods."
"Perfect!" Kyle declared, "And it's finally my turn! Time to show the worlds what a Guardian of Death really can do!"
"So long as they don't squash you first," Alice muttered.
"I can do it!" Kyle exclaimed and turned to Emmett, "They're only titans! Those guys are brute strength, but that doesn't matter against a Shadow! You know that!"
Emmett sighed and nodded, "I did say everyone would get a chance to fight... If things start to go south, though, we'll all jump in."
"Aw, come on! Why am I the only one you remind of that?!" Kyle shouted.
The Windfields vs The Godly Titans
Kyle bounded to the front of the group and began throwing some fake punches to warm up, "I'm feelin' it today! I am so ready to kick some titan a-"
"Excuse me ladies and gentlemen," a voice boomed above the crowd, "The Godly Titans have forfeited the match!"
"WHAT?!" Kyle shouted.
"The Windfields win the semi finals and move on to the finals! Congratulations!"
"What about my chance to shine!?!" Kyle shook a fist up at the sky.
Lucium patted him on the head, "It's okay, bro. We know you're a strong and capable fighter."
"I don't," Alice remarked.
"Why must you be so cruel at this time?" Kyle sniffled.
Alice gave him an odd look, "Are you crying..?"
"I wanted to shine!"
The Windfields vs The Champions
"Such a presumptuous team name," Micah said as they walked out to the battlefield.
"Overconfidence is always to the other team's advantage," Emmett said, "Whatever happens, people won't take the Windfield name in vain anymore."
"What do you mean 'whatever happens?' " Alice hissed, "We saved our trump for last. Nobody stands a chance."
"I just wanted to shine," Kyle mumbled.
"Quit blubbering," Alice smacked Kyle upside the head.
"Are you ready?" Emmett turned to their champion.
"I hope so," Lucium smiled with a nod.
Emmett ruffled her hair, "You have nothing to worry about."
Lucium looked up at her brother with her admiring eyes sparkling, "Okay!"
Across the field, a group of huge, muscular men stood, warming up by doing sit-ups, push-ups, stretches, or whatever else they felt necessary.
Lucium took in a deep breath and marched across the field by herself. Confused murmurs washed through the crowd. A few members of the audience laughed. The opposing team watched the little human cross the field. They looked around.
"Are you serious?!" one of them shouted.
"What are you doing over here?" another bellowed, "Your team is over there!"
"Go get the real competitors!"
"I am a real competitor," Lucium stated with a low tone. The usual sparkle about her personality had faded, leaving nothing but an emotionless, dead presence.
"Pff! Then you'd better pray to whatever god you believe in!"
"Yeah, maybe we'll spare your life!"
"Only one of the people out here will walk out alive," Lucium replied.
"You-" an opponent moved like he was about to punch her.
"Wait until the match starts! Have you no honor?"
Lucium watched the fired up opponent step back in a huff. Her gaze was unwavering.
A rooster crowed, apparently signaling the start of the match.
Lucium spun on her heel and sprinted the other way.
More confusion and laughter burst from the crowd as Lucium rounded the field with the gods behind her, throwing bolts of lightning, flames, and explosions at her. However, Lucium had spent her whole life mastering the art of escape; nobody could run away like Lucium.
"Summoning!" Lucium shouted and raised a hand above her head, "Oh, great Sulphorous! Hear my prayer!"
"Is she actually praying to her god..?" one of the opponents asked.
Alice chuckled, "He is in fact her god, and hers alone."
"Mighty Sulphorous! Dragon god of life and death, I beg for your grace! Spare me!" she shouted and added with a whisper, "Please save me, Sulphy."
"She's kidding, right..?"
A ground-shaking roar sounded, and a large shadow descended over the field. With a loud thud, the dragon god Sulphorous stood 50 feet tall and more than twice that in length. Aside from the dragon's breaths, the entire arena had dropped to dead silence. Lucium climbed onto her baby's nose and gripped one of the black spines coming out of his head. Sulphorous roared again, knocking Lucium's opponents off balance.
"Never piss off a Windfield!" Lucium shouted. The dragon breathed black flames onto the creatures threatening the being he revered as his mother. Nothing within his flames was left alive. Where gods once stood, bones now laid.
Lucium stood atop her baby's head as the champion of the 10th millennial Grand Interracial Tournament.
While some may have chosen to murmur about "cheating" by using a being not a registered member of the team or calling in an extra person, it must also be pointed out that the Windfield family's team, even with Sulphorous, didn't exceed the limited number of team members. There is also no rule against summons or whom or what might be summoned. Either way, nobody was going to seriously dispute the issue with the 50-foot dragon god of life and death. As the tournament simulates normal challenges made every day, the fact also remains that Sulphorous would fight to the death to protect his Mommy, and he couldn't die. Can't kill death, can we?
And that is how the Windfield name got to hold such power.