text: [Themes: fantasy, fantasy]
  
  You somehow resist the urge to kick him right in the stomach... Instead you grab him by the collar, and throw him on the floor!
  
  In that moment the door you were trying to unlock opens, and a few guards pour in together with a man which looks to be of high position. He grabs you by the collar and pulls you. You could easily break free, but with all of guards about, you don't think it's a very smart idea...
  
  You are dragged through several hallways before being brought to the throne room. The man drags you, and you use your bad habit of swearing, again. You are dropped on the floor:
  
  "Is this what I can expect!? Normal folk walking around the castle!? He attacked my son! MY SON! I demand you hang him right now." The man who was dragging you (He's one of the people who moved in next to you.) says to the lord of the city. The one only, the merciful, Dragys. Dragys has always been of kind heart to you... Whenever you got bullied by Gyrd, Dragys (being his father) would always punish him and apologize for his behavior. When something needed to be overlooked, Dragys would make sure it WAS overlooked. But, also whenever he needed to accomplish something 'unnoficialy' you were always there to help him. You two developed kind of a 'uncle-nephew' relationship... Though you never had an uncle. He's always cheered up, unlike many lords, he's ready to give. When he saw you walk in that room his heart became heavy:
  
  "Didn't you hear me!? I want him publicly executed!" The other lord proclaims!
  
  You greatly offended by this:
  
  "Listen, you little-" Your outburst in rage in interrupted by Dragys... Fortunately he's aware of your little swearing issue:
  
  "I'll have him in the arena by tomorrow." Even though his voice is very very confident, you can notice the saddnes in there. You can also feel the saddnes within you, the arena is owned by 'Zerena fig.' Owners of other notorious fighting centers... Their regime? Brutal and strict. What the hell I wrong with him!? You're going to die:
  
  "Very well... It is your court after all... But I want to be there when he fights." The other lord makes it his point. He wants to see you to die:
  
  "Guards!" Dragys proclaims "Escort him to the arena." There's that saddnes in the voice again. Luckily, the other noble doesn't notice, and leaves. The guards grab you, and you try being perfectly calm:
  
  "What is wrong with you!?" Dragys losses the saddnes in his voice, but gains anger:
  
  "I didn't start it! His son came up to me and attacked me!" He looks into your eyes as you descend down stairs. He sighs:
  
  "I believe you."
  
  "Well then get me out!"
  
  "You very well know that I can't do that!" He angers once again.
  
  "Couldn't you just throw me in jail!"
  
  "Look, that is a very powerful man." The guards open your cell and put you in there. "I couldn't just let you go." The guards close your cell, and you grab the rusty bars:
  
  "I am going to do my best to get you out as soon as I can... until then, survive, alright?" He seems serious.
  
  Do you want to tell him that Atham is still in the castle?
  
  > Better not, Who knows what he will do if he's locked you here.
  You decide to not say anything... Who knows what Dragys would do if he found out that Atham is here.
  
  The day goes by uneventfully, with rarely who coming by your cell... It's usually just the guard, bringing you food and drink. You curse this day again and again and again, like it's going to change something. Tomorrow you are getting trasnfered to your 'premenant' living quarters... Oh, if only you didn't fight that boy! You wouldn't be in such a mess... ou should have kicked him! You felt sorry, that's bad... You should never feel sorry for bullies like him.
  
  You awake the following morning, do some exercises, you don't want to look like weak when you go to the arena. Suddenly, Atham arrives at your cell window:
  
  "Hey, buddy!"
  
  You are filled with joy... You rush towards the window:
  
  "It's the first time in my life I was actually glad to see you!" You proclaim whilst using your comedic skills.
  
  "Man, I heard what happened... Why didn't you kick his face in? I saw him outside so happy!... Asshole."
  
  "I couldn't... I felt sorry." You sadly say
  
  "Where's Buttonforks?" You ask.
  
  "Don't worry about him, I got him out... But I gotta get you out now."
  
  Footsteps are heard in the hallway:
  
  "They're coming to take me to the arena... GO! Before they catch you!"
  
  "I'm going to get you out, I promise!" Atham promises whilist running away.
  
  The door opens, and two guards walk in. You can see that they're sad... You guess that the reason is sending a 13-year-old boy to death. They grab you (gently) by the shoulders and walk with you to the arena. The path is long, at least that's what it seems like to you. You slowly descend out of the cold, totaly un-cosy dungeon into the rich castle. You didn't stay there for a long time... Quickly you exited in the courtyard, it was as beautiful as ever. You didn't spend much time there as you exited on the streets and you were on your way to the arena.
  
  Ahhh, the arena. It looks so magnificent. The jewel of Redhand, second largest city in Regnum. People from all across the world come to see fighting in this arena, as much as did the old Sythyns. From outside it was impressive, tower full three stories over the largest house in the city... Sythyns were careful not to make anything over the are, easily making it the biggest (and baddest) building in this city.
  
  All of the awe quickly faded as you entered the arena. You didn't get to see the main fighting grounds, but you can imagine that they are as impressive as the outside. You were lowered by the guards into the giant building complex next to the arena, the training grounds and the living quarters of all of the fighters living here. Suprisingly to you, the inside is rich providing the best commodoties to the fighters... It's then when you relise that this is where the, as everyone calls them, "Legendary" fighters live. You are instead dropped into the lowest of them all, "Child Slicer", a very scary name. Fighters don't have any rights. The Dale Council, ever sence they gained power from that Regnumiese-Savandry imperialist war, has been trying their best to give at least some rights to the fighters... And all they were able to do is you can't starve to death... real noble.
  
  The guards untie you and leave you in front of an elderly man. His wrinkeled face is smiling:
  
  "Hello, there son. Welcome to the arena... Now, you've probably done something very bad to get here, but as long as you behave here, we'll forget it." He good-naturely says, like he's welcoming you to a kindergarten:
  
  "I'm master Roghas, and I will do my best to teach you how not to die in the arena... You've must have done something really bad if lord Orchitas wants you fighting next week... Hmm, we got to teach you how to fight by then... Do you know anything about swordfighting? Comon don' be shy now." He asks. You nod your head:
  
  "Yes... I've fought with other kids in the neighborhood with wooden swords." You answer Roghas' question:
  
  "Marvelous then! Kyth, get out here!" His voice raises a bit. Quickly out of the nearby quarters, a child filled with brusies comes out:
  
  "Yes master?" He asks.
  
  "We got a new recruit. I would like to see if he knows how to fight, but go easy on him." Now he turns to you: "We wouldn't want you getting bruises the first day, would we?
  
  The other boy picks up two swords. He throws one at your feet and he grabs one (Don't worry, they're wooden).
  
  You grab your sword.
  
  > get Ready to fight Kyth
  Kyth gets ready... He raises his sword and tries his best not to intimidate you... He even smiles a bit.
  
  Alright you can do this, remember all of those tournaments and epic historical battles you and your friends played with... This is going to be easy... right?
  
  The two of you close in on eachother... He's the first to strike!
  
  Pick up the fighting styles, and do your best at figuring out which is the best one to use!