Ultra Tournament: It Begins!
In a jungle clearing somewhere on the Earth…
     A young man in his 20’s was taking a nap. He was snoring rather loudly and drool was dribbling down his face. He had a carefree face and was sleeping soundly.
     The rest of him, however, looked a lot fiercer than his face. His hair was a bright silver color, almost white. And atop his head were a pair of small draconic wings, lying flat against his skull. His forearms and legs were covered with polished bronze scales that seemed to be attached to his skin. On his back were an even larger set of silver wings with more bronze plates covering the ‘arms’, easily big enough to carry him through the skies. And lastly, his long, thin, silver, tail, which was also protected by bronze plates.
    He was wearing a worn down, black leather, short-sleeved jacket. And underneath was a thin, turtle-neck, sleeveless, silver shirt. His pants were tight-fitting white pants with side pockets. He wore a white belt with a purple jewel set right above his tail that was loosely hung on his hip. The jacket and shirt had a large hole in the backs so he could fit his wings. And on both of his upper arms were white leather straps held in place by 3 belts each. The one on his left had a chain connected to the middle belt, and a silver feather was attached to it.
     As this strange man was sleeping another strange creature was rushing through the jungle, on the search for someone.
     It huffed and puffed for air as it spoke to itself, “I…must find…master Seio!” The strange creature was running quickly through the jungle, much faster than any human could manage. It jumped over a boulder in its path and began jumping from tree to tree. After reaching a certain point, it roughly hopped from the last tree before the clearing and somersaulted high in the air. It landed deftly before the strange man.
     As the sun hit the fur of the creature its form was revealed. It was a 3 foot tall animal, yet it was capable of human speech. It stood only on its digitigrade hind feet. It had a decidedly draconic head with long thick ears.  It was covered in thin white fur, except for the bridge of its snout, its short tail, and belly which were covered with bronze-colored scales. For clothes it had on a small leather poncho that only covered its shoulders and upper chest, along with leg warmers loosely wrapped around its hind legs.  It had 3 clawed fingers on each of its hands. In its left hand was a letter sealed with wax.
     It stood there in front of its master, trying to catch its breath so that it could convey its message. After taking several deep breaths it managed to scream at the top of its lungs, “MASTER SEIO!” As its voice echoed across the forest, several birds could be seen flying from the trees.
     “Eh, wha?” The sleeping man, Seio, mumbled. He slowly rose from his sleep and lazily rubbed his eyes. As he blinked away the sleep in his eyes he caught sight of the creature in front of him. “Hmm? What’s this? One of the Sylph?”
     The ‘Sylph’ in front of him nodded his head vigorously in response, “Yes, sir. I come from the Eastern Village.”
     As Seio became more and more awake he was able to think more clearly. “Eastern Village… Oh! Now I remember, you’re…Creven, right?”
     Creven smiled brightly, at least the closest thing to a smile his species could manage, as he realized one of the most important people he knew of knew his name. “Yes! It is!” He said enthusiastically.
     Seio laughed inwardly at the young Sylph’s reaction. “So, what did you need me for?”
     “Ah, yes.” Creven said, suddenly remembering why he was there. “A letter arrived for you.” Creven held up the envelope for Seio to see.
     “A letter?” Seio asked as he took the letter from the hands (Claws? Paws?) of Creven. “That’s weird. I don’ t get much mail, and when I do you Sylph usually wait for me to get to your village.” Seio turned the mysterious letter in his hands. It had no sending address and no name. All it said was ‘To: SEIO SKYLAN’ in bold cursive letters. On the back, the opening was sealed with red wax.
     “Yes, well…” Creven coughed out nervously. “Normally yes, we would hold the letter for you until you revisit the village. But this letter came somewhat mysteriously. The elder decided it must have been important and sent me to find you.”
    Seio raised an eyebrow in confusion. “What do you mean ‘mysteriously?’”
    “Er…” Creven dragged out, looking at his feet. “I was out in the jungle and…nature was calling.” A blush could be seen underneath his white fur. “As I was…doing my business…a sudden flash of light exploded in the sky and the letter came floating down next to me. I was near scared to death!”
     “Well,” Seio said through his snickering much to Creven’s embarrassment, “that certainly sounds mysterious. Let’s go ahead and open it.” Seio waved his hand in the air in the general direction of the wax seal. A sudden breeze could be felt as the seal suddenly separated from the paper, looking as if a blade had cut through it. Creven was in awe by the small act of power Seio had displayed.
    “What?” Seio said indignantly. “Never seen wind before? Now close your mouth before you catch flies in there.” Creven closed his mouth with an audible ‘click!’ Seio opened the envelope and fished out the letter inside.
     “Oh, god…It’s in Spanish!” Seio said distastefully. “Good thing I learned the language, you don’t live to be as old as me without learning a few languages.” Creven watched silently as his lord’s eyes perused down the page.
    “Huh.” Seio huffed out. “That’s a first.”
     Creven’s ears perked up at Seio’s odd reaction. “Why what is it?”
     Seio squinted at the sheet of paper as if that would allow him to understand it better. “It’s an invitation.”
     Creven tried not to get angry at his master’s vague answers. “To what?” He said through his teeth, practically jumping up and down.
     “To…”
     “Yes?”
     “A…”
     “Yes…!” Creven hissed through his teeth in a hurry to find out Seio’s answer.
     “Tea party.” Seio said with finality, nodding his head conclusively.
     Creven deflated instantly. His arms drooped to his sides and his jaw dropped. “A tea party…?”
    Seio looked at the invitation again and understanding showed on his face. “Woops! I’m sorry! It says ‘tournament’ not ‘tea party.’ I was wondering what an ‘Ultra Tea Party’ was, for a second. It actually says ‘Ultra Tournament.’” Seio glanced at his young Sylph friend.
     Creven was standing there staring at Seio with amazement and new respect. “Wow! A tournament? That sounds cool!” Creven said, allowing his politeness to drop for a second and allowing his childishness show.
     “Yeah. I guess it is cool.” Seio supposed. “There’s actually a ‘Yes/No’ on the bottom here. So, Creven. Do you think I should go?”
     “YES!” Creven said eagerly. “I would love to see you in action! I’ve only heard stories of your skill. You’re a legend!”
     “Well, alrighty! That settles it then.” He reached behind his back and pulled a pen seemingly out of nowhere. He circled ‘Yes’ on the paper, folded it back up, and stuffed it into the envelope. As soon as he closed the letter it flew out of his hands and landed on the floor.
    Creven jumped back in fright and asked in a shivering tone. “W-what’s it doing?” The letter seemed to warp and fold itself. It bent and grew and did things letters usually didn’t do. After it was done, in its place was a bright glowing hole in the ground.
     Seio and Creven both bent over and looked inside. Seio had an icredulous look on his face, while Creven’s was one of curiosity and excitement. They could see nothing inside except for a dazzling light swirling around hypnotically.
     “Welp, this looks dangerous and possibly life-threatening. I’ll see you later! Oh, and tell the village what happened, ‘kay?” Seio hopped in and as he fell further down the portal Creven swore he could hear him saying ‘Wheeeeee!’
     As Seio’s body grew smaller and smaller so did the portal until the ground was normal again. Creven continued staring at the ground in thought until he realized something. “I forgot to ask him to take me! How will I see him fight now?!”
     A dismayed howl could be heard through the forest as Seio was well on his way to the Ultra Tournament.