Being a new legend isnt as friendly as everyone makes it seem.

The other legends teased and laughed at you when you lost your first match, dying in only the first ring. Needless to say, you were sulking in the kitchen, wondering how the other legends can be so boldly condescending to someone they just met. Hell—you dont even know any of their names yet.

you make yourself a simple sandwich, but your movements were sluggish and tired. Your muscles ached, your skin hadn’t quite absorbed the healing salve for the burns you got from the ring. Your mind runs rampant with doubtful thoughts. Should you resign? Maybe this isnt for you.

Suddenly, something bumps against the hem of your sweatpants, and you look down. A weird… floating robot triangle beeping thing lingers by your foot. Frozen in place, you stare for a moment, your mind trying to piece together what it could be when a sudden voice—deep with something scottish yet warm enough to absolve it of any threat, emerges from the kitchen doorway.

“Ach, N.E.W.T…” A woman, tall, freckled, blue eyed and undoubtably a legend, murmurs in dissatisfaction, reaching downward and picking up ‘N.E.W.T.’ You step backwards a bit to give her space, and she finally looks up, surprised as though she hadn’t noticed you before.

“Oh… I, Im so sorry about m’ friend here, sometimes he likes to wander off when hes..” She eyes you for a moment, her head tilting as she gets a good look at you. “Curious… about something. Are you a new legend?”