me: I got this idea in a dream.

Angel: MRA created around it, since all her dream was was having to go to Bologna to kill some girl who befriended her.

Total: So here is what she made up around it.

Disclaimer: I do not own MR. I only own the plot and the North guy who picks for the South.

me: Enjoy!

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It's 4010.

The world has changed, more then you could know.

Instead of seven continents, there's a North and a South, and a Middle. Like two Antarticas, only bigger, with a strip in the middle, right through the equater. Just like America before the Civil War. North and South are so different. Some people think that they aren't so different at all. But those people, or the teenagers, still have to Compete.

Here's the thing, in 4010, the land has moved so much there's half as much farmable land. And it is all in the Middle, that belongs to neither the North or the South. So to determine who gets the crops that year, two teenagers must meet, for a duel to the death in the Ring. When you collect crops, you better get enough for a few years.

Names are drawn at random. Every teenager's name from each section is thrown together, and one name is picked at random. You're name can only be entered once a year. Multiple duels are rare, but have happened. You're name is entered from age thirteen to nineteen.

Yes, there have been suicides. For the sole purpose of not wanting to die in the Ring, when there's a possibility their name will never be drawn.

But where is the Ring? Dead center in the middle of the earth. Not the core. But about where Ghana use to be in Africa. It's called Debt, which, if you think about it, makes sense. If the teens Competing are two girls, they Compete in the south part of Debt. Two boys Compete in the north part of Dept. One boy and one girl Compete in the hottest part, the center.

I live in the South. It's cold all year around, just like in the North. All the teenages of the South gather in a place called the Styx. Which is the river in Greek mythology that is the boundary of Earth and Underwold. That's now it got it's name. South, just like in the Civil War, was the more... unlucky. We tend to have weaker teens, which means we usually lose the Competion. Our teen population has decreased dramatically, not just because more have passed, but because there are less adults. So there are less teenagers.

Which is why I have Competed for four years. I am the only teen in the past hundred years to win four. But the North has set it's record, too. There's one teen now, the same age as me, who is the first to win five. For them, it's just because they have so many teenagers.

We were getting ready to choose the next teen to Compete for this year. If I get chosed again and win, I'll be the first in 150 years to win five.

Styx is nothing more then a coliseum, as big as the one in Rome, before an eathquake split it in two. Parents aren't allowed in. We have so few teens, we don't even fill half of the coliseum.

My little sister, Ella, grabbed my hand. This is the first year she's been entered. My little sisters Nudge and Angel aren't old enough to be entered.

"It's okay," I whispered to Ella. "I'm more likely to be chosen then you." That wasn't true. She had just as much of a chance as I did. I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind.

"I love you, Max," she said, watching her feet, sounding like it was the last goodbye. I hugged her close.

Slowly a man from the North walked into the coliseum. My dad was going to the North to pick it's contestent. The only reason North has to choose for the South and South has to choose for the North is because, when this whole thing first started, men would rechoose to find a strong teen to Compete.

"Good morning," his deep voice boomed. It didn't feel like such a good morning, for anyone here. "Are you ready to see who will Compete?" Again, no one spoke.

Ella's grip tightened around me.

All the names were poured into a huge plastic spinning ball with a crank. Huh, you would have thought two thousand years and we'd have flying cars and everything. Nope. We're like the early 1900s all over again. Except girls can wear pants.

He cranked the handle, and Ella buiried her face in my shoulder. I watched as the names tumbled around and around, until it slowly came to a stop. The man from the North smiled, obviously hoping for a weak contestant, and stuck his hand in the plastic ball, grabbing a random name.

He looked at the name and sighed. "Maximum Martinez!" he yelled. Everyone looked around for me.

"No!" Ella yelled, hugging me tighter and crying into my shirt.

Here goes my fifth time in the Ring.

-In the North-

While the South teens gather in a coliseum, when they could just have a theater, the teens in the North overflow a coliseum. It's constantly being rebuilt larger. Now, it's about three times the size of the one in what use to be 'Rome'. Now Rome is in the Middle. And we're about to have to get it rebuilt agian.

"I really hope you don't get in the ring again," Iggy, my brother, mumbled. I looked at him. I've been in the Ring five times so far, while Iggy hasn't been in it once. But he knows what it's like. I secretly train him. The North has hid this from the South for hundreds of years, but we actually add the strongest players in more. My name is entered seven times.

Little does the blond-haired South man know that picks for us evey year. There are only a few of us who's names are entered multiple times, and there are so many of us it looks no different.

In the South, no one cheers when the man says 'Who's gonna be our next one in the Ring?' Here, everyone shouts a name they hope will get chosen. The man from the South is new, and frowns. He's use to quiet at these times.

But he cranks the ball, everyone still shouting out names. When he reaches his name in, everyone gets so quiet you could hear a pen drop.

He looked at the paper and sighed. "Fang Griffiths!"

Everyone cheered as Iggy pointed to me. "Fang! Fang! Fang! Fang!" they cheered. I was use to this.

Here goes my sixth time in the Ring.

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me: The next chapter will be better!

Angel: It will! I've heard it!

Total: This story seems a little weird.

me: That's what I was going for. Please review!