The two weeks of training went in a flash.

Alec discovered he was good at two things: archery and camouflage. So, he chose the bow for the private session with the gamemakers.

The number that came on the screen was an 8, which wasn't that bad, considering the situation. Maia got a 7. Alec felt sorry for her, he doubted she would survive the bloodbath, as much as he had gotten to like her over their time together.

She stood up, crying; clearly she felt the same way. Alec half-stood-up to talk to her about it when he felt an arm on his shoulder. Magnus.

"You did well." They smiled briefly at each other before Alec continued pursuing Maia.