Opening of The Gates: The Tournament Begins

Welcome to the Familiar Spirit World
Qusay Flint was running through the streets of Claliet, looking back now he can't even remember why, all he remembers now is he had to get whomever it was he was chasing or to get to where ever it was he was running as quickly as possible.

He turned a corner, opening the bag he wore on his hip, and summoning his Familiar Spirit Kabocha.

"What? Can't do this without me?" the puppet mocked.

"Shut up." Qusay smirked. He was about to tell Kabocha what they were doing when suddenly everything froze. Time stopped dead in it's tracks. Everything around them was standing still. They couldn't move, but were still aware of their surroundings.

"What's going on?" Kabocha demanded.

"Like I would know!" Qusay replied, his usually calm demeanor disappearing quickly. Everything was then bathed in a green light and they both looked down, as best they could, and saw something they hadn't seen in years.

"Why? Why is that opening here and now?" Qusay asked. Below them was a magic circle, an outer ring inscribed with strange letters and enclosing a six pointed design.

"Is it really time for that?" Kabocha asked, more to itself than to Qusay.

"Time for what?" Qusay panicked.

"If my guess is right..." Kabocha replied. "The Century King's Tournament."

"What?" Qusay yelled, and then the gate opened and they were all but blinded by the light.

"Say goodbye to Egalia." Kabocha said. "There is no telling when we'll be back."

Falling was then the only thing Qusay was aware of. He couldn't tell how long he had been falling for and then suddenly he felt the impact of his body hitting the ground, yet he didn't feel too much pain, like he had simply tripped and fell onto the ground.

Qusay opened his eyes and looked around, the first thing he saw was his Familiar, who was standing there staring out towards the horizen, then he saw that they were in the middle of a field.

"Welcome," Kabocha said, as if sensing that Qusay was conscious again. "to the Familiar Spirit World."

"How can you tell?" Qusay asked.

"Because, dear master," Kabocha replied, clearly mocking as it never called him 'dear master'. "This is where I was drawn to the gate you opened to form a contract with you."

"Really?" Qusay asked, sitting up. "This is it? It's nothing but grassland."

"This is only part of it stupid." Kabocha retorted, punching Qusay in the back of his head. "We're on the western edge of the main land where the Century King's Castle has been for the last 1200 years."

"The castle moves?" Qusay asked.

"If the Century King wants it to." Kabocha asked. "But we've had the same King for the last 1200 years."

"That's more than a Century." Qusay pointed out.

"That's how power this King is." Kabocha sighed. "He's won the last twelve Tournaments."

"Impressive." Qusay whistled.

"But the reign ends eventually." Kabocha smirked.