Dark Tournament_A Romantic Fantasy Adventure by Elisa S. Amore

Author:Elisa S. Amore [Amore, Elisa S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Elisa S. Amore
Published: 2018-07-09T16:00:00+00:00

STELLA

15

To the Last She-Warrior

My head shot up when my cell door opened. By now I felt like I’d been there for an eternity. I had always hated the Witches, but during my imprisonment I had learned to hate the Mizhyas even more. One of them in particular: Khetra. She treated me worse than the others did. It was as if she had something against me. Or maybe she was just a bitch.

Luckily she wasn’t among the three Mizhyas who burst into the cell. I remembered the names of two of them. The blond one with the tattoo between her breasts was Lenora. Dalitza, on the other hand, had orange hair. It was gathered to one side and braided, accentuating the spotted tattoo on her arm. Not all the Mizhyas were nasty, but the ones who served Kreeshna—and a few of the other Sisters—were the worst.

I held their gaze, my chin held high. I had never, even for one second, allowed them to believe I was subjugated to them. It would never happen.

Defiantly, I jerked on the chains. Lenora undid the straps around my wrists and I thudded to the floor, my ankles still bound. They were careful not to free me completely. The first time they had freed my legs, leaving me hanging by my wrists. They thought they would have some fun, but I had wrapped my legs around the neck of one of them and smashed her against the wall.

“Come on, Little Miss Insane, time for recess,” Dalitza told me.

I struggled as they dragged me out. “I wish I were Insane. If I were I would bite your head off in chunks.” I had always feared the idea of losing my humanity, and lately I’d come pretty close. And yet just then I really wished I was. When the Mizhya laughed I bit down on her hair and jerked my head back. “Who knows, maybe I’m going insane right now.”

She turned around to confront me, her face an inch from my own. “Save your energy for the field, sweetheart.”

“The field? Where are you taking me?” The Mizhya turned around with a sneer, dragging me behind her.

Swarms of black butterflies fluttered through the rooms. They were the Souls of the Damned that arrived at the Castle after they died. I knew that well enough, because I had been one of them before being spat out into the Dark Copse.

We crossed through much of the Castle, finally reaching the large courtyard where a massive group of Mizhyas was training. It was the same place they held the Opalion, though during the Games the Arena transformed. At the moment it was nothing but an earthen battlefield.

“Free her,” Dalitza ordered Lenora.

I looked around, confused. All the she-warriors had stopped what they were doing and were gathering in a circle around me. “What’s going on?” I asked warily.

Dalitza smiled. “I told you, it’s recess.” I looked at them one by one. They seemed to be preparing to attack me. “You need to choose which side you’re on, sweetheart.

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