" To...to...to...tu...tu...tooo".
The sound of trumpet echoed the Primeguard hall at fort Primo.
Young combatants, trainees and Senior combatants of all ranks sat around with powerful gleam, upon the prestigious event.
Lower rank combatants surrounded the huge hall and kept their eyes on each men providing safety.
They all predicted the arrival of Mr. Ulver Hoog, by the strong intense that crossed all their noses at that moment.
It was the fragrance of Tuberose, which the cheif loved the most for which he employed group of flower ladies to produce frangrance for him.
Flower ladies were rare at Tricapital, who were magical womens able to extract fragrance from flora by a very sweet melody.
That aroma was enough!
Senior comabatants began their endless sush towards the youngsters, who were busy giggling and making fun of their friends.
Like how people paved exceptional respect towards the Headman and President, Combatants of Bleakville showed deep reverence towards the Cheif, which was a mandatory rule of the Canon.
When Mr. Hoog entered, all combatants stopped whenever they stayed and bowed their heads in respect, until he reached up his place.
Mr.Hoog stood on the raised podium and looked at everyone with a pride smile.
" May you all take your seats!'", the Chief ordered and maintained the same posture, even after combatants got seated.
He lifted his head up and looked around, checking the arrangements made for the combat.
" Who made the arrangements? I think it needs more grooming!", the chief said and flipped his fingers heavily, bringing all the candle chandelier alive which glowed like crazy, making the hall too bright.
Then his second flip brought the Liana's inside, which climbed over all the pillows and barrier at the indoor balcony, bringing fresh atmosphere at the hall.
The boys got amazed by candles flying up in air, which tickled each other every now and then.
" Did I miss anything? Mmm, what about dining and conversing in the air?", Mr. Hoog asked and did his last flip, that brought, kind of irritaring buzzing noise around the hall.
Soon after, the buzzing noise turned too loud, when the giant flies finally entered the hall.
The giant black flies seemed similar to a common green bottle flies, shiny green body with transparent feathers.
Each fly held huge tray in its hands, handing the tray to each rows at the bleacher.
" How come flies serve food here? Who prepared those meal for us. We all must owe our appreciation for his exceptional work", Chantey asked a sub-senior trainee who sat in a seat, above him.
When he asked, the flies came to his row and placed the tray at the first seat and left to the seats below. The first person at the end, passed those sealed bowls to the row mates.
" Open your food, I'll let you know", the senior said to chantley, who too recieved the food just then.
With expected eyes, mouth-watering to adhere the taste Chantely opened the lid of the wooden box passed to him.
" Ew! What is this?", Chantley exclaimed, as soon as his eyes met the food.
The new comers were left out in confusion, on which category the food they recieved was.
With a mixture of all colourful veggies together, the meal seemed neither as stew nor as heavy meal.
" Its called Garouse! Meal made of meat stock and veggies, with finest spiral pastas in it. Its the signature dish of the Trolls", the sub-senior whispered in Chantley's ears.
The info was quite a blow to Chantley, who never imagined the Trolls at the place of cooks.
" Those images of the Troll we met at the bridge is still in my eyes! Their long beards and yellowish nails! Yuck! How could the combatants allow them to cook? I don't have good feeling about this meal", Chantley cried leaning at the lap of the senior.
Boys at the former row laughed at Chantley's cry, as they did the same during the beginers period.
" It might look horrible, but trust me you'll love the taste! The troll you met are barrier guards. Cooking Trolls are too neat and gentle. It's a rule for them to trim the nails every two days", the senior consoled Chantley about the trolls and somewhat managed to feed him the first mouth.
Inspite of the appearance, the food seemed strangely delicious. Without his knowledge, Chantley began to savour the taste, finihing the big bowl within minutes.
While they all dined , the Cheif seemed unsure about something, who looked at the man, who stood down, close to the podium.
It was Mr. Elmur Filon, a high rank holder, incharge of Bleakville at the absense of the Cheif.
" Mr. Filon, why don't I see the dignitaries of the day? Its them who had brought us all together", asked Mr. Ulver.
It was hilarious for all the combatants present, as the Cheif failed to identify the breachers in traditional attic.
" They are here, Mr. Ulver!", Filon said and showed his hands towards the boys who sat at the middle order seats left to him.
The breachers wore a black robe with red collar while the Villows wore gold robe with white collar.
The rest of all the Combatants wore garments of their own interest but with a colour code red.
" Oh! There you all are! ", the Cheif said and smiled in embarrasement, as they all sat close to him.
" Okay! Now, let you all return the bowls to the flies and lend me your ears for a second", the Cheif ordered.
As per his order, the giant flies left the hall in an instant, after collecting cutleries from all.
" Its a ritual in Bleakville to distribute garouse at the time of combats. Our ancesters believed the food to be much healthy, which could lead a man towards victory pulsating his energy."
"As you all have boosted up your strength, let us start the event right away", the Cheif said in a very loud tone, eventually tensing up the young brigades