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Seraph ran toward the meeting place, he was suppose to be there hours ago. "I hope they don't penalize for being late." Suddenly he was greeted by several flashing lights that he could only detirmine was a camera flash. The lights were very sensitive on his eyes the shade of winter. "What is your name and what zodiac are you?" A reporter announced. "My name is Seraph Shahou," Seraph paused to hold up his bow, letting the moonlight shine upon it. "And what do you think my zodiac sign is?" The archer kept walking to the entrance, but the reporters kept pestering him. "How old are you? Do you think you'll win this tournament?" Seraph stopped walking long enough to think of why he was here. Why was he here? It wasn't for the money, not for status, well not too much status. "I'm 18, but I'll really care about my age in three more years, when I can actually start to have fun. And as to if I will win this tournament, I know I will win. I just feel sorry for the poor sap that gets in my way." Seraph headed inside to join the other zodiac members, not knowing what to expect when he saw them.