Blood droplets fell in tiny dark rubies from large, strong knuckles. Axius was knelt in the grassy field, stooped over on one knee from exhaustion. His broad frame huffed with each exhaled gasp of breath. His mouth open to allow more air in, revealing the two rows of white teeth. Sweat rolled in beads down the contours of bulging bronz muscles as he glared ferocious crystal eyes at the beaten, scorched, torn, and shredded ground.<br/><br/>He had been training non-stop for the whole half day, working off the frustration pent inside him. He hated this place. It was a prison, and for what? For him to find some bullshit inner peace? Nonsense! He did not need 'inner peace'. He needed to be free from this damned place! The anger roared in Axius like a cataclysmic hurricane. A low growl rumbled from within his throat and his body quivered from the sheer force of it. It was engulfing him, filling him like a cup full of poison. he looked at the impenetrable walls of the fortress with the purest hate, ad it fed his darkened heart.<br/><br/>Then, when he was sure he would become no more than a slave to his own anger, a gentle hand graced his shoulder. It was softer than satin, small, frail, and cool against his scorching skin. Immediatly the storm of anger was blown away as if it were no more than a candle flame being extinguished.<br/><br/><br/>"Patience, Axius. Freed will come in due time." a melodic voice purred soothingly to him.<br/><br/>Axius growled as he felt a tingle run through his body. He suddenly began to feel calmer, more  energized, and healed as the pain receded from his wounds and muscles. He smacked the hand away.<br/><br/>"I don't need you or your damned help, Eleithinna!" he snapped as he jolted to his feet. Cruel eyes bore into a gente, female version of himself who looked back with soft, sad eyes. "It is your fault we are trapped in here!"<br/><br/>Eleithinna looked more downcasted at the accusation, yet she forced a small smile. "I am sorry. But it may be for the bes-"<br/><br/>"Fuck you." Axius spat before turning away from her and storming back to the Arena.<br/><br/>Eleithinna stood, alone in the midst of the destroyed field. Sighing, she ran a hand through her long, flowing locks and looked to the walls surrounding them. Indeed, she wished to be free as well. Though Axius' power was far too strong and his personality far too irrational to be free amongst the world. And she... was far to soft to bear it. Shaking her head, Eleithinna knelt down and placed her frail hands on the dirt. Slowly, green shoots of grass began sprouting out of the bare and scorched earth.