Prompt from Morg224: the Hunger Games
continued as part of the Maine Mission series
It starts with silence.
No whispers, not even the wind. Just when it starts to become unbearable, a shrill noise rings out– then the thump-thump of dozens of people running simultaneously.
There are yells– "Get the javelin!" "No, the armor!" "Ambrosia! Priorities."– and soon, the clash of swords against swords.
Noises of battle ring out, before an authoritative voice booms: "We are not the enemy! Remember? We are here to battle the monsters, not each other! This is not the Hunger Games, this is the Maine Mission!"
It takes about .2 seconds for the rest of the group to cheer.
"Now, let's kill those monsters!"
Cheers, again. They die down when someone else yells, far from the camera: "But, uh, where are the monsters?"
Agreement– "Yeah, where are they?" "It's been like five minutes" "Truth" "That's pretty true" "I came for battle! Not small talk!"– before the sound of hooves is heard, somehow ringing out around the battle field. Whispers sounded: "It's Chiron!" "I know who he is, idiot, I go to the same camp as you" before Chiron arrived to speak to the group. Silence fell, again.
"Hello, campers. I know you all must be wondering over the specifics of this trip. Essentially, this week will be full of training and scenarios. To start it off, you will be set off to hunt an undisclosed amount of monsters. It will be in a certain square milage, like an arena. I am aware that earlier, someone made a Hunger Games reference, so if you would like to make the comparison, then feel free to. But you will not be attacking each other..." Here he paused, as if to send off a knowing look. "When all the monsters have been neutralized, a bell will ring, and you will convene back here. Clear?"
There was a susurration of agreement, then someone yelled out: "Uh– about the monsters... Chiron, are they actual bloodthirsty monsters that could potentially maim or kill us?"
"Thank you for bringing that up. No, they will not fatally injure you. They are not monsters we have just procured from off the street. They will realistically attack you, but will not injure you too much."
"How reassuring," came a grumble from by the camera.
"Now... let the games begin!"