The sun mighty high above covering everything with its golden rays giving the feeling of summer season.
Under it where all the people with every type of age and looks were sited this place looked like a fighting arena from the times of the roman empire.
"Welcome to the opportunity in your life."
A man dressed in silver armor spoke, although his head was small compared to his body his shoulder was enormous maybe because of his giant shoulder guard.
He raised his arms high in the air. As soon as he spoke, claps and cheering started from all corners, as if they had been waiting for the code word.
The man in armor was surrounded by guards carrying spears. Although everyone looked happy, the soldiers wore an unhinged stare that made me feel as if my soul were being violated.
"You are brought here by our great sage to change your life — not everyone can fight in this arena!" Not true, we were sold for five copper per child two weeks ago.
Again they all cheered. At this point it was obvious it was all a drama. We were just slave kids brought here to watch their favourite warrior kill someone brutally.
"This is your first experience in the great Goregon Arena, so today there will be no fighting — just witness the greatness you will be part of. Soooo, enjoy!" He held his breath and released it in one go.
Almost every normal boy would be scared and nervous and feel many unique emotions, mostly bad — but not me, as this is not my first life. In the past, after I retired from the army, I worked as a sales manager, working tirelessly for my future, but in the end it all crashed down by some bus.
The fight everyone was waiting for was now staring, soldier drags the chains that kept us on leased, he stopped near the corner of the arena and made a gesture with his eyes saying " hey you little monkeys hide here while the older dogs entertain the crowd" this makes me so frustrated but I can show it I am powerless right now.
The two warriors entered the arena and were showered by cheering and appulses.
"Warriors Fight".
As soon as the host above the pillars shouted the two warrior blades collided again and again making numerous sparks their movements were almost the same as if they were reading each other simultaneously creating the buzz between the crowd "these guys are veterans" he easily understood but was still stocked.
The fight continued for nearly half an hour now but there were still no winners, both of them tired from all those movements catching their breath while still analysing and trying to predict future moves of the opposite sides, suddenly the one with one leather guard on the soldiers comes rushing towards the second warrior.
The other one with only chain chest armor and cloth pants overjoyed for a movement as he knew how he would counter his attack.
The sword tips moving forward towards him he raises his blade to parry with intention of directing his opponent blade to the left side then aim for his head and cut it off in one slash but the unexpected happens the blade tip that was moving towards his suddenly thrown to his face.
His guard dropped completely flabbergasted in instinct he douges the blade thrown at him and the next thing he knows his opponent 3 steps away from him with a dagger covered in blood.
The balance breaks between his legs, knees on the ground, next thing he knows his throat rapidly bleeding blood and soon his soul fades away.
The arena where one life gets eaten the thrill in the heart of the crowd rose to its peak.
The sun once above high and mighty starts to fall under its knees with its last few moments giving a beautiful colour to the sky that was about to be swollen by the darkness.
"Move, you maggots, or I'll beat you."
A man holding a cane in his right hand gestured toward the boys forming a line. His fatness almost made him look pregnant, if not for his ugly, pig-like face.
"All six of you — this will be the place where you eat, piss, and shit. If I hear any whining, be ready to sit on my lap all night hehehe!"
Everyone entered their cells. The brick room looked like a rat's strip club, a spider art gallery, and a country of dust. Only the iron bars on the cells looked shiny, which made me realize how many times they had been broken.
Night came as the sun finally sank, and the children's cries could be heard. It seemed like some of them were trying to hide it, but the still room echoed their whining.
Although it had been only two weeks here, as a child I still had no clue how I got here; it was definitely the interference of some higher power.
The kid in front of the cell started sobbing uncontrollably. His tears would not stop — it was like he had given up hiding. In this state he struggled to speak clearly, but as he choked out his words a second time, they became clearer: "That man is going to hurt me!" He began to whimper again.
A sigh escaped me as I said, "I am here, Yolla. Don't you worry."
Yolla snapped — as if his life hadn't turned to shit enough, now he was talking too. "What are you gonna do? Suck him?"
Some of the words this kid used at his age were crude: "Look at him — even his pants are begging! He can't outrun me." he maintains an 'everything ok ' smile as he says
"You sure are brave, Genma."
After a lot of consoles, he finally fell into slumber. Genma, after a bit of stretching, slept deeply.