[center][h1][color=00aeef][b]Carver Fewkes[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
[center][color=fff200]Location: Crocus Stadium audience area[/color][/center]

[i][color=7bcdc8]Crap, I'm late...I'm late...I'm late[/color][/i], the thoughts of a young man who is running to Crocus Stadium. Dressed in a faded red almost brown now trench coat, a slightly dirty white almost grey shirt, with a pair of black pants with black boots. This man dressed in a carefree way is in a hurry. [color=7bcdc8]"Excuses me! Pardon me!...sorry!"[/color], he yells as he runs through people trying running to the Stadium to get to the grand magic games.  This man's name is Carver Fewkes, a young wizard wanting to see the grand magic games. It was a chance for Carver to see all the guilds, one if his goals in life is to join a guild.  Not that he was looking to join a guild he wanted to see what the best each one had.

Running through the entrance way Carver cheerfully looking forward to this experience he makes it through out to the opening so he can see Lacrima screens he lets out a his excitement. [color=7bcdc8]"I made it! Cant wait to see the games!"[/color]  Carver looks around with a big smile on his face, which soon fades away.  He was not aware the games closed early and canceled his eyes widened then he speaks aloud again seemingly talking to himself, [color=7bcdc8]"Oh please tell me I didn't miss the Grand Magic Games!  I am not that late am I?  What day is it..."[/color]

Looking around frantically trying to figure what is going on, he starts piecing together what is happening trying to come together with a the answer. He sighs as he figures out what is going on he comes to the conclusion. Carver talks to himself again, [color=7bcdc8]"Great, the games are done.  What am I going to do now?  I spent so much time traveling here, should not have stopped and admire the scenery. Maybe I can find something or this will have been just a big waste."[/color]

Carver stands there sulking a bit, he wanted to see what all the guilds could do with their best.  He got taught that guilds were wonderful place where wizards of all kinds come together like families.  A place where wizards can grow and improve on themselves, sounds like a wonder thing to Carver.    He punches a nearby pillar to let out his frustration his hand goes into the pillar then Carver tries to pull back but his hand got stuck. Looking at his hand now he tries to pull again a bit harder but no give, he starts to freak out pulling frantically.  He then yells at the pillar, [color=7bcdc8]"Give my back my hand you stupid piece of rock!"[/color]

He pulls his hand out but ends up falling back on his behind in a seat.  Carver then looks at the pillar and sees a hand size hole then laughs and scoffs at the pillar, [color=7bcdc8]"Ha! That serves you right!"[/color]  He seeming forgetting that he punched the wall which led to him getting stuck. For the moment he had forgotten about the Grand Magic games until he looked up at the screens again he then just lets out a long sigh out of frustration he just hopes his day will get better from here.