Hello, this is my second fanfic. 'Two Sides of the Same Coin' will be postponed for a long time, because I have three more stories in my book to write here & post.
WARNING: my grammar sucks.
Chapter 1 : Sklave arena
"No! I don't want to go!" a seven years old Roseamanelle Ouka Barsburg shouted.
"Young Lady! You simply must accompany me today! One of my contacts wants to meet you after some entertainment. You will behave yourself. Do I make myself clear?" Granne said.
Ouka was very much aware what the word 'entertainment' her despicable Aunt actually meant. She had heard enough about what her 'family' think of for an entertainment. Her Aunt is going to take her to the sklave arena.
The Barsburg Empire had a large stock of labour according to her tutors. Most of them are sklaves. Sold like a thing and disposed like a thing. Owned and abused by their masters.
There are two types of them. Ones who serve houses and ones who are called combat sklaves. They were given weapons and thrown into a huge arena to fight... kill... each other to survive... and the royals and other people who have money sat and watch them and cheer... it disgusted her.
'Why does the imperial army so.. so.. so low with morals?' she thought, but she didn't want to anger her Aunt, so she reluctantly nodded and murmured, " I understand, Aunt Granne"
"Good."
She and her Aunt sat beside some of her Aunt's aqquantances. She silently glared at her Aunt for dragging her to this place. Why did Father even agree?! She's seven years old! She shouldn't watch this kind of stuff. But nooooo... she's the next Ruler of the Empire, she should mature early, she should do what adults do... Psh... yeah, watch people forced to kill each other. Great way to mature, Father...
She couldn't stand hearing her Aunt's ramblings about her 'pets' or sklave fights or owning a new 'pet' let alone watch the real deal.
She know she'd hate it. She prayed silently some miracle will happen to stop today's arena. A giant storm appear or a tornado! Then the show would be postponed. Better yet, let this place destroyed. One less arena the better.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO TODAY'S SKLAVE BATTLE!"
The crowd cheered. Ouka reluctantly clapped her hand, under her Aunt's glare. She knew that her niece hated this kind of thing. Her niece voiced them a few times.
"WITH NO FURTHER ADO, LET THE FIGHTERS IN AND... FIGHT!"
The gates opened and one by one scary-looking men holding various weapons, be it knife, sword, dagger, knun-chucks, chains ran to the middle and clashed.
Ouka muffled a gasp and closed her eyes. She couldn't watch it. She shivered quietly. They're killing each other. There's blood everywhere. She was disgusted hearing her Aunt's cheers.
Then she heard the cries of the spectators gets louder each second. She reluctantly looked at the arena to see what's happening and couldn't believe her eyes.
A boy.
There's a boy in there.
A combat sklave too, but still a boy. He's probably the same age as her. And he was winning.
He slice through the other parties with his two giant arm blades. She was both horrified and awed. She couldn't take her eyes of his form.
Soon, the battle ended. And with some strange feeling, she followed the boy. Her Aunt was too busy chatting with her friends to even care.