The loud crash of a gong signaled the start of the battle. Amora had found herself in the middle of a massive collesium, its interior was solid marble, carved intricately with things of nature. Though she shouldn't pay attention to that, she should have watched the challenger appear before her. Her grip on the shaft of the spear tightened as he approached. An older man, with a sword at his belt, neared her. This was it.<br/><br/>The spear dropped with a thunk. The girl stared, eyes beginning to water, as she realized who she faced. "Papa...?" The man did little more than unsheath his sword from its scabbard, no sign of humanity appeared in his eyes. "Papa! It's me, Amora!" She called out to him, taking a step and holding her hand towards him, stricken with grief and excitement. The gong resounded, making Amora flinch and giving her father enough time to lunge forward and drive the sword through her heart.<br/><br/>"Papa!"<br/><br/>Amora sat up, gasping for breath and drenched in icy sweat. It took her a moment, but she realized where she was. She hugged her stomach, letting out a whine. Would she be plagued with these nightmares until that dreaded day?