text: You are awoken by a hit in the head... Literaly. You open your eyes. And see Atham throw little rocks at you. You curse a few times before Atham relizes you're awake. You are poured by cold water. You start to scream, but Atham shuts your mouth. You follow him, and get out the window of your room:
  
  "You better have a good reason for this!" You say with your pretty good voice (followed by a lot of cursing).
  
  "The good ol' neighbors are taking a stroll to the castle."
  
  "Well, good for them!" You start to get angry.
  
  "We need to get on their carriage."
  
  "May I ask why!?" You follow (with cursing, cursing and cursing... That's a really bad habit!).
  
  "They... They got Buttonforks!"
  
  Your eyes light up. Atham notice, and is genuinely scared for his life... This guy looks like a pissed off Leacher! You could just kill him right there... But somehow you do manage to calm down. You grab the poor kid by his collar, easily lift him from the ground and make him piss himself:
  
  "Look, I'm sorry, but I tried, I chased him all morning, he ran for some reason! But they took him... I'm sorry, please don' kill me!" You drop him on the ground, and grab him and pull him towards the big rich carriage. You manage to sneak on it just before the 'royal' family comes on... Oh, how you hate that name... "Royal" like it's something special! Anyway, equalism aside, after a few dozen minutes, the... uhhh, "Royal" family arrives to the castle. You wait until they leave, and two very clumsy spies go after them. As it's if the world hates you, the family splits. You agree to split and look for Buttonforks. You still haven't devised a plan on how to catch him when (if) you get to him. You've seen the castle from outside many times, so the gothic style of building is nothing new. The inside, however, is a totally new world for you. You've seen it described in Choose-your-story's books, but to see the richness in person. You can probably imagine how a castle looks like, so we won't spend much time here. After a long tail, you are stuck at a locked door. You try using everything, even your humble lockpicking skill:
  
  "Isn't it Byll!?" You hear a familiar voice behind you... It's Gyrd's BFF(For you that stands for Best Fu**ing F**ker {sorry I had to use language there})
  
  You've been pushed around long enough, it's time to little asshole who's the boss... Start by acting tough.
  
  You put in your head the idea that (god forbid) Buttonforks is dead, and that this dude killed him.
  
  You easily use that anger, your eyes light up again.
  
  You swear a thing or two at him.
  
  He grabs a wooden stick (convinietly) placed there:
  
  "Let's dance baby boy!" Alright, you are PISSED... It's now that you start feeling like a Leacher. You try to look strong and slowly approach the little asshole. He securely takes a swing at you. You grab the stick, put it underneath your armpit, and smash it in half! That felt good! The little asshole is now terrified. You drop your part of the stick and start 'manly' walking to him! He backs up until he sums up enough courage to strike you from the side. You repel the attack with your hand, and punch the stick out of his hand. You then hit him in the, errrm, "family heritage", and then right in the jaw. The poor kid collapses on the ground, moaning in pain. He grabs the nearby table and starts to get up. It's time to hit him in the stomach, and teach him a lesson once and for all. Is that right? Sure, he's a first grade asshole, but still? Damned be it, your going to kick him, and teach him a lesson... Oh, please everyone would do that in real life, they just say they would spare him!
  
  > Well, if you want to be THAT good, you guess you can just leave him there...
  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?
  
  > Yes! He will make sure to get him out safely!
  "Hey, Dragys... Atham's still in here. You got to help him get out."
  
  He lets out a sigh:
  
  "Fine... I'll see if I can help." He says before leaving with his guards.
  
  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...You 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... Thanks for telling Dragys about me... He saved my life."
  
  "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 while 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!