The sun was starting to set, and it was almost curfew. I stood on the opposite end of the arena facing my opponent who was a knight in training, he barely manages to stand up straight with all his armor and he was already thrown into a fight. The training system here is absolute rap but I didn’t argue, not that I could. I waited for the single to start the fight and get this over with. 

“Start”

I charge at my opponent striking him in the chest with my palm. He stumbles back than swing his sword managing to cut me in the arm. Without any hesitation, I step pass his sword, grab his wrist disarm him then threw him onto the ground. I held the sword to his neck and he yielded. 

I threw the sword next to him then walk away. I left the training ground and headed to my room which was just a prison cell in the dungeon. As I continue out of the training ground I was joined by two guards they were my personal escort from the king himself. He doesn’t want his little pet running around without a leash. I ignore them and kept walking. I reach my cell and waited for the guard to unlock the door. 

They unlock the door and push me in. I look around finding the place exactly the same but this time there was someone on the floor curl up into a ball. 

"Hey, you still alive,” I said sitting down with my leg cross.