 Worlds apart from each and yet a cohesiveness that would put any type of bond to shame. In a kingdom full of technological advances and magical power stood a tradition that has fought the greatest of enemies; Time. Each year the country's many small towns, villages, manors, and any who meet the requirements come to a small city with a grand arena built in the center. This city is called Grand Valja it was founded by the first elder council and was the country's capital for 300 years until it was deemed unfit strategically.
  As you walk through the main gates you can feel ether coursing through the city like a constant river to never end. Its old stone walls inscribed with ancient runes of protection and the many guards roaming throughout the city would be any miscreants worse nightmare. It would seem though like the city is a lost beauty forgotten by time as each building and shop is covered by well maintained hanging moss and flowers galore, like you're walking into the home of the Driads.
    You can hear the applause and cheers of the arena, it's so loud you can feel the vibrations from underneath your feet. You approach the entrance extending the invitation your father gave you beforehand with explicit instructions to go exactly to the seat on the ticket. The guards look at the ticket and immediately realize its a special ticket given to important people to the kingdom.
   This arena is very much filled to absolute brim with races of all kinds. You have the elves and the Fey sitting next to each other , the demons and monster kind across from them and the dwarves and driads mingle like long lost cousins. It's a wonderful place were ones race matters very little , and of course the humans sit wherever they fit into as each has their own preferences.
  The arena is alive with cheers and banter as two contestants are battling in the fiercest manner. A man is sitting in the balcony seats with you in a wheelchair half his body missing one hand and his left eye is gone. He smiles gently at you and introduces himself as Gentry. his gray hair pulled back away from his face with a tattered old bandana, his only eye is green and seems to pierce through you. He says "you must be Dr.Johan's son", his voice is gruff but still pleasing to the ear. breaking you of the trance," yes I am Mr.????".
 "The name be Gentry and I can assume you are Franklin?" nervously replied" Y YYes" Gentry chuckles to himself. "Terribly sorry, I've forgotten that I'm not a typical person anymore oh and the young lady behind be her name is Arielle she's my assistant of sorts and a constant pain in backside". Franklin chuckles and stares at the lady in back dressed quite business like with black hair and glasses and what looks like two pistols strapped to her hip. A very loud knock comes through the room and some guards have come through to ask that Gentry and his assistants presence is requested by the local lord. Gentry waves them off turns to Franklin and says" Boy I owe your father quite a bit despite what you see this wheelchair is not my only mode of transportation." he motions for the assistants and she approaches and attaches a metallic hand to his stump of a wrist. The hand is quite ornate and very usable it's not something you would be scared to use for every day but something seems off about it. Gentry looks and says" Franklin you can recognize this piece?" Franklin nods. " Your father has given me legs and a hand I owe him more than just these limbs but if you ever need anything from me or my assistant just take these cards to the School of Technology and Magic. Arielle make sure they know about this at the school."
Arielle replies back with a very confident and loving toned "yes". Gentry stares at the door and then back at Franklin and says "its about time to go play with the pampered fools again, till we meet again young man."
   Franklin nods and walks to the front of the box to watch the battle. He hears his father's voice coming from beside him asking if hes enjoying the show. "yes! It's quite interesting to see how people have trained ether to this extent, but how come these men and are only considered rookies?" "Well son that's easy in this world you take many years to master a weapon or etheric runes these people even at their strength have only just scratched the surface of their own ether uses." " hmmmmm, but your technology has the ability to tap into the ether how come we can't just use it like that?" . " my technology cannot use ether it's just an extension of your own abilities similar to how gunslingers are able to use ether but it requires them to charge there shots prior to battle that's why many gunslingers are considered some of the best tacticians in the world"." oh I almost forgotten I met quite a strange man by the name of Gentry and he had a pretty lady that had guns at her hip is she really good at battle then?". "Lemme guess you noticed the guns design, but yes. she is considered one of the best if not the number one.
               The battle has continued inside the arena and the victor has already been decided. "well son I think its time to go get something to eat". As they leave to get food they are stopped in the main entry hall by a man cloaked in long garb and sinister grin . He was missing an ear and had high pitched  voice that would scare a crow right out of its feathers. " HELLO DOCTEER!"