Chapter 4

Fight till the end.

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She slowly awakened realising that she once again full control of her faculties. She never realised the true beauty of the sunlight, as her eyes shifted focus to the tiny specks floating in mid-air and the tiny rainbows they emitted as they bounced each other, floating in the sun's rays. She remained engrossed in the little specks until she realised she noticed the details on the walls, as she focused in the cracks, she was able to see the miniscule grains that constituted the plaster. Her body froze in shock as she realised that her eyesight was better, it was... improved more than what it was. Instinct took over; she began to search her body. She saw every pore, hair and crevice on her skin, her eyes scanning her wrist, finally resting the circular stamp that emitted a soft blue light.

Branded

White hot anger coursed through her body at the thought of being branded like cattle.

So they intend to sell me as a slave! Those wretched creatures! How dare they do…

A swish of fabric caught her attention as her peripheral vision confirmed she was no longer alone to plot her vengeance.

"My Lady, your time has come," the girl said. She noted that her voice shook

"Where are you taking me?" she enquired, amazed at the icy tone that coated her words, And for what?

"You are to enter the arena. It is the final testing grounds before you are confirmed for your post. You were requested to join the staff of the Royal House of Abrasax, but you must still endure this last test," she concluded in a small voice.

Her curiosity peaked.

"The Royal House of Abrasax?"

"Yes, the future of the universe."

"Very well, I have to…" putting aside her curious nature, she complied with the girl, and looked at her attire. She expected to see her usual robe that she had worn upon her abduction but instead she was outfitted in dark brown leather armour that stretched over her cotton shirt. Trousers, of the same material her shirt was made of, were tied at the bottom and held in with shoes made from the same brown leather. Her left wrist was bare owing to the arm-hugging sleeves that ended an inch below her elbow. Her right hand up to her wrist was covered in a silver metal that should have felt heavy, but to her its weight was that of a feather. On her waist hung a tilted belt, in which she felt the bow and arrow hung on her right and a sword to her left. Finally her eyes found the mirror and took in her reflection. Her long hair was pulled back and plaited in a very unique braid that twisted and clung to her scalp, leaving a very short braid as a tail. She curiously looked to the girl for an explanation.

"It's so that your hair would not deter your death or victory.

"What is your name?"

"Adania, My Lady."

"I am Seraphi. May we meet again."

Taking her cue, the girl escorted Seraphi to the arena; she could hear the loud cheering and clanging of metal as she drew nearer. She followed the girl through a semi dark tunnel that opened out to a blinding warm light. She proceeded to walk behind Adania, when the girl stopped indicating that Seraphi stood next to her waiting for her turn to enter the arena.

Doing as she was requested, Seraphi's eyes fixed on the battleground that awaited her. She saw a frail looking woman, clad in the same outfit as herself, but her hair was so short that you could have mistaken her for a young beautiful boy. The woman fighting seemed to be a great opponent; however, the person she was fighting had superior skills with both sword and bow. Relying on her intuition and observant nature, she focused on the woman's opponent, analysing his moves, his weaknesses. Dread settled in the pit of her stomach as she realised there was little that could be discerned as a weakness, knowing that the girl's fate was sealed in the death that awaited her. She watched as the movements of the opponent started to contort to that of the final death strike.

She didn't even realise she was moving, but her body pushed forward at a speed that was foreign to her. She was fast, but never this fast. Her body pushed forward reaching the woman in less than a second. Protecting was her duty; she did what her instinct told her. She pulled the sword from its hilt and parried the blow that would have killed the woman. Using all the force that she could muster, she pushed back, causing the man to be pushed in mid-air, where he remained watching her with the utmost fury apparent on his face.

"You have no right to kill her! She has done no wrong!" she said coldly, but loud enough for everyone present to hear her words ring with truth.

"It's a fight to the death sweet one. There was no need for eagerness, yours was next."

Her stomach churned at the unfitting name calling.

He lunged at her with full speed, reaching her as soon as she took her next breath. Instinctively she lunged to her side, dragging herself and the woman out of the way. Seraphi barked an order for her to leave the arena. Once the woman was safe, she turned to begin her assault. She saw him coming at her again, this time she jumped, testing her abilities. She could see every grain of sand in the air floating around her.

'If only I had wings, this would have been a lot easier' she thought.

She felt a prickling sensation below her shoulder blades, within seconds a pair of black wings sprouted from the source of the tingling sensation. Now she had extra power, she flapped her wings testing their strength, causing a gust of wind to stir the sand, allowing her opponent to be blinded. She took the opportunity to attack head on, aiming her sword at his side, allowing the steel to pierce the flesh puncturing it as it plunged inside. An agonized roar escaped her victim and she instantly knew she had success. As the dust cleared, without hesitation she pounced on his wounded side, taking him down full force, the two bodies rolling on the ground. She used her wings to propel herself upwards away from any imminent counter attack. She held the sword in her hand, pointing it to his throat.

"Go tend to your wounds, you have my mercy." her voice a centigrade lower than freezing.

She sensed someone's presence behind her mid-air, the person clapping. She watched as her opponent crawled away, and then turning Seraphi faced her well-wisher. A pair of grey eyes hinted with amusement pierced her green orbs.

"My my, Seraphi, you have learnt quickly. Until today, I was the only one to beat him, now today you have proven me wrong. I am honoured to have lost my title to you Seraphi."

He bowed, bending at his waist as if to acknowledge her feat. Seeing this as an opportunity she took it. She plunged the sword into his back where his heart would be located. She twisted the blade and released it as she spoke:

"This is for all the lives you harvested. You paid with your own. Justice is served."

She had expected him to fall to the ground writhing in agony, for she knew that the blow would kill him, yet he straightened his back and looked at her squarely. Neither hint of remorse, humour nor any other emotion played in his eyes. A pregnant silence filled the space.

"I am not the one to blame for this. But congratulations."

He turned around and vanished right before her eyes. A white hot flash of pain blinded her, the only thing she felt after that was her body hitting the ground.

It seemed like days later, she awoke to find herself lying on a soft, white material that supported her. Looking around she saw white fabric dancing in the wind that came from the archways that provided the view of a garden. She moved to sit up immediately being helped by a pair of large, tanned hands. She instinctively looked up meeting a pair of grey eyes looking down at her, emotionless.