The Fhyrrstorm by Peter Glenn

Author:Peter Glenn [Glenn, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Peter Glenn
Published: 2020-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The Arena

“Things are not always how they seem at first.

A closer look is often needed to find the truth.”

Book of Gallian, 4:45.

Year 4996 (Three years ago)

“Ow!” Lyrad screamed as he fell to the ground. His opponent’s blow had nearly knocked him senseless.

He blinked his eyes a few times, finding it hard to see through the tears of pain that were forming. Instinctively, he rubbed the point of impact with his hand to ease the pain a little. Lyrad was slightly confused that his opponent was giving him this chance to regain his composure, but also grateful. When the tears had gone away and he was able to see again, he glanced up at the man.

His opponent was dressed in all black. He seemed to be wearing a single piece of fabric that somehow covered nearly every inch of his form, leaving only a small slit for his eyes. The uniform looked rather familiar, though Lyrad couldn’t tell why. It was like the memory was there at the corner of his mind, but not quite clear enough to make out. Frustrated, he promptly dropped the matter.

“That wasn’t a very nice thing to do,” Lyrad told the man in black, who was now hovering over him, likely trying to decide what to do next. “Now I’m gonna have to heal this injury so I don’t get a bad bruise.”

Several boos and hisses emerged from the surrounding crowds as Lyrad said those words. Apparently, they’d heard his comment and were not pleased with it.

He felt like cursing at them for it, but he didn’t have the strength. Right now, it was all he could do just to stand up, and even that wasn’t going too well. After a few moments, the priest trainee gave up and stayed on the ground, nursing his head injury. The crowds evidently didn’t like this sign of weakness either, for the catcalls were getting steadily louder.

Not that Lyrad cared anymore.

Man, do I have a headache. Stars swam in his vision. How am I gonna get out of here? I mean, there’s no way I can take this guy on with just my priest training. I doubt I could even take on a ten-year-old right now. Maybe I should try talking to him, seeing as he looks so familiar. He might be responsive to that.

“Um, excuse me, sir,” Lyrad started to say while trying his best to look up at the menacing man hovering over him. “I can’t help but think I know you from somewhere. Might I have the pleasure of your name?”

The man in black nodded briefly, not to him but rather to the crowd, then he turned back to face him and kicked Lyrad in the side, sending him reeling with pain. This act made the crowd go wild for the man in black, and they cheered louder now than they had previously.

The man in black raised one hand in the air and walked around haughtily while Lyrad continued to lie and moan on the ground.

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