"The tall male sits in an ornate jewel encrusted wood throne, watching the scene from below. Quietly, the sword with it's point into the floor, spins idly around the finger pressed into the pommel as he sees the students paired up into the selected dorms.
'And so it begins anew,' He muses, what seems to be to himself. The glass on the floor looks shifts as he focuses on the new students arriving to the campus, 'I wonder if I'll be dethroned, or if I'll stay here for another generation.'
Something shifts in the shadows behind him, but nothing is heard from the barely distinguishable figure. He looks up at the giant flower hilted blade that his 'symbol of office', the Heart of the World. His gloved fingers reach for it and it flashes into another two handed brand that appears in his grasp. Letting the other weapon drop with a clatter, a female squeak of pain is heard from the curtains. He smiles bitterly, but the soft, pale blond girl in the white dress, her ears adorned with Celtic cross earrings and with pain in her eyes comes out from her hiding place.
A table appears and she lays out several cards from the deck in her hand. She recites what she sees in each,
'The Page of Cups. The Knight of Staves. The King of Swords. Queen of Coins. The Hermit. The Tower. The Sun...'
'Enough,' The dark haired young man stands from his seat, picking up the white metal sword he let fall, while the girl obeys and watches him. Her soft blue gaze track him as he approaches, his shoes rapping on the clear floor. Thrusting out the weapon in reverse form, the braided blond closes her eyes and kneels before him as her pale lips kisses the rounded metal end in an almost sensual manner. Rising to her own feet, the short skirt of her black and white uniform flutters around her thighs, the high cut material ending just above the striped stockings.
The slender fingers undoes her top, while her master flips the brand back to the right position. Once done, the female opens her blouse exposing the flesh between her perky, yet average chest for him. A thrust and the blade disappears into her heart, as her mouth opens and releases pleasured sound.
Walking back with only one weapon now, he stares back into the viewing portal, 'So what do you think?'
The short girl follows his voice again, but doesn't reply as yet a second, older looking raven haired beauty clings to his back. With a dark and sharp laugh, she answers, 'Let the games... Begin.'
Her laughter peels through the high vaulted cathedral at the top of the old school..."