OoC: Yes, I'm actually starting it for once... try not to act too surprised. XD Good luck Knives, Librarian.
BiC: Great shafts of light flooded a building that, despite (or perhaps because of?) its beautiful murals, gold trim, and all around amazing architecture, seemed predisposed to be gloomy. The great arched dome ceiling did nothing but make any who entered feel small and insignificant, and the gilded walls could make even the best-dressed feel like a dirty child standing amidst gems.
Windows were in plentiful supply in the massive hall, but even they were high and unapproachable -- little more than tiny slits up near the ceiling. They offered no reprieve from the grandness of the hall, no view to the outside world. All they did was let a few cold, lofty beams of light soar high above anyone who might be inside.
The fact that it had been abandoned for decades, leaving dust thick upon every surface, did not much help matters.
Bella had been standing in the great doorway, staring at the old church in awe. She stirred at last, walking forward into the building and leaving the heavy oak doors standing open behind her. Her footsteps, light as they were, echoed through the great hall. The noise seemed almost a form of sacrilege, as if it was a sin to even think about breaking the silence in here. Bella shook her head to shake off the goosebumps. “It’s just a building,” she told herself, walking forward.
Shortly after that altercation on the beach, the tracker had been approached by a familiar figure. A mischievous looking young man wearing a vest with the letter ‘A’ embroidered on it in silver thread. It had taken her a moment to recognize him, and once she had her eyes widened with surprise. The messenger had grinned, holding an envelope out to her.
Knowing immediately what it meant, Bella had taken the envelope, wondering who she would be facing this time. The letter had been annoyingly vague, telling her only that her opponents would be two, and that they would face one another in the abandoned church just outside Granbury. It had taken the tracker the better part of two weeks to reach the place, and she found herself wishing more than once that the people who organized this tournament could at least provide some transportation for its participants.
Now she stood in a cold, lofty church, waiting for her opponents to arrive. Her weapons were loose, ready to be drawn in an instant. She had her pouch of seeds and cuttings, though she did not think she’d get much use out of it – not unless the battle progressed outdoors. The Hylian waited, looking around her as she did so. She was just thinking on how often the battle locations in these tournaments were in odd places when footsteps rang out through the building. She turned quickly to see the first of her opponents standing in the open doorway.