Alkimos Scarion

The boy with dark silver hair said with both shock and surprise. "Alkimos...? My name... is... Alkimos...?" 

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Nikator said as he pointed his right pointer finger at the boy with no armor. "M-"

Nikator stopped himself before he could finish his sentence. His right pointer finger which was previously pointed at the boy with no armor who was laying on the ground was now pointed at the girl with the club. He smirked as he looked at the girl with the club and chuckled as he said. "I'm surprised your teleporter still works. I figured it would have broken when you got shot by Adrastos." 

The girl with the club faced Nikator and said confidently. "My teleporter wasn't built into my armor like everyone else's. I had it built into my necklace like Mother."

Nikator chuckled mischievously and said. "Built into your necklace? That's pretty smart." He said with a serious tone. "But why did you interrupt me?! Did you think by suddenly teleporting in front of the boy I'd be too slow enough to stop myself from saying the name meant for the boy and you would end up with the name instead?"  

The girl with the club shook her head and said. "I want His Greatness to be named last. The best should be named last, Emperor Nikator." 

Nikator chuckled mischievously and said. "The best should be named last?" He smirked. 

The sound of a boy yelling could be heard from the Eastern side of the stadium. A boy yelled out. "Ismene, what are you doing?!"

The boy with dark silver hair looked at the Eastern side of the stadium. He spotted a boy who wore silver armor and had light brown hair as well as light red eyes standing up looking at the top section of the stadium.

The boy with dark silver hair thought with surprise. "He's awake?! But why is he calling out Ismene?" He turned his head and looked at the top section of the stadium.

Menelaos was dangling over the edge of the ledge. The only thing holding Menelaos up was a hand holding him by his throat. The hand, which was holding Menelaos by his throat, belonged to Ismene. Ismene had a hurt expression on her face as she said. "Ismene? Why are you calling me by my name? Do you not like me anymore, Brother?"

The boy with dark silver hair thought. "That's his sister?! Why is she even here? She showed up with Adrastos earlier, didn't she? Why is she allowed to hang around an Emperor's Guardian?"

Menelaos's lips moved as he said something to Ismene but the boy with dark silver hair was too far away to hear it.

Ismene laughed maniacally as she looked at Menelaos and said. "After what I did? You've done far worse than me, dear Father." She squeezed Meneloas's throat harder as she said. "Didn't you try to kill your own son? On more than one occasion? You beheaded him, burned him, and you even tried to drown him too, didn't you? But he just floated back up and washed ashore the next day." She continued to laugh. 

The boy with dark silver hair thought. "Beheaded him? Burned him? And drowned him? But he still didn't die?" He looked at the boy with no armor and thought. "Are they talking about him?" A memory appeared in his head. 

The girl with long black hair that held a straight sword in her left hand laughed excitedly as she said. "I won! I killed The Unkillable! To think it was that easy! Are you proud of me, Your Highness? I did what no one else could do!" 

The boy with dark silver hair thought. "I didn't notice earlier but she said she had killed 'The Unkillable'. But just now his sister basically just said Uncle had killed him but he never stayed dead. Which means even now he must still be alive!" He looked up at the Eastern section of the stadium as he thought. "I wonder... if his brother is the same way..."

Four people stood in the Eastern section of the stadium. The three Eastern Fifth Guardians and the boy with silver armor. 

The boy with dark silver hair thought with surprise as he caught sight of the boy with silver armor standing up. "He is already awake?! Why is his recovery so much faster than his brother's?! And when is his brother going to wake up?!" 

Nikator said. "Alkimos." 

The boy with dark silver hair thought. "Huh? That sounds like a name? Did he name the girl..." 

The boy with silver armor's light red eyes made eye contact with the dark silver haired boy's light yellow eyes. "Huh? Why is he looking at me?" An expression of shock and surprise appeared on his face as he thought. "Wait... was that name intended... for me...?!" He slowly turned his head and looked over at Nikator. 

Nikator smirked mischievously as his right pointer finger remained directed at the boy with dark silver hair and he said. "Alkimos Scarion." 

The boy with dark silver hair said with both shock and surprise. "Alkimos...? My name... is... Alkimos...?" 

Nikator smirked mischievously and looked up at the top section of the stadium as he said. "Did you get that, Set?" 

Set laughed mischievously as he tapped the black box strapped to his left wrist with the fingers on his right hand and said. "It's confirmed. Move onto the next one, Nikator." 

The boy with dark silver hair thought. "It's confirmed...? So my name is Alkimos now...?" He had a disappointed expression on his face as he thought. "I was hoping for a name like Heros. But I guess he thought I was more valiant than heroic." 

Nikator chuckled mischievously and said. "So it actually works like this." He had a devious smirk on his face as he pointed his right pointer finger at someone in the sand pit, located near the Southern end of the stadium, and said. "Zosime."

The boy with dark silver hair, Alkimos, turned his head and looked behind him at the Southern end of the stadium. 

There were eight people at the Southern end of the stadium. Seven in the sand pit and one up in the Eastern side of the Southern section of the stadium.  The seven people in the sand pit were in two groups. One group of three and one group of four.

The one person up in the Southern section of the stadium was a woman with blonde hair and dark red eyes with a greatsword strapped to her back that leaned to her left. She had a cheerful expression on her face. She wore black armor with a silver trim around the edge. On her left arm were five crossed blades which had been engraved into her armor. Two were diagonal, one was vertical, and the last two were horizontal. On the left side of the five crossed blades was a cracked mask. By the bottom left of the cracked mask were four crossed blades. Two were diagonal, one was vertical, and one was horizontal. She stood by the left side of a seat close to the eastern side of the stadium. 

Alkimos thought as he stared at the only Guardian in the Southern section of the stadium. "The other Guardian must have disappeared when Auntie disappeared." He then looked down at the two groups in the sand pit. 

The group of three in the sand pit consisted of the three boys with light blue hair, one of which laid motionless in the arms of the boy with the sword strapped to his back. 

The group of four in the sand pit consisted of the two girls with light silver hair, the girl with light blonde hair, and the boy with dirty blonde hair who laid on the ground. 

The girl with light silver hair that had light silver eyes no longer had armor covering her right arm. Pieces of her armor laid on the ground next to her. Her right arm was instead covered with ripped fabric. She looked down at the boy with dirty blonde hair with a concerned expression. 

The girl with light silver hair that had a battle axe strapped to her back stood the closest to the girl with light silver hair that had light silver eyes. She had a proud expression on her face as she looked down at the boy with dirty blonde hair. 

The girl with light blonde hair laid on top of the chest of the boy with dirty blonde hair as she pressed her right ear against his chest. She had her left arm underneath the boy's neck as she pressed his head closer to hers. Lastly, she had her right arm over his chest and her right hand underneath his back.

Finally, the last of the four of the group was the boy with dirty blonde hair who laid in the sand. He had a piece of fabric tied around his wound on his chest. The fabric was covered with blood from his wound. 

Nikator chuckled mischievously as he said. "Zosime Scarion." 

Alkimos looked back at Nikator and then looked at what Nikator had his right pointer finger pointed at. 

The girl with light blonde hair who laid on top of the boy with dirty blonde hair had a surprised expression as she looked forward at Nikator. Tears suddenly began to well up in her eyes.

Nikator's right pointer finger was pointed at the girl with light blonde hair.