The boy with silver armor jolted upward. He sat upright as he sat on the ground. He thought with a fearful expression on his face. "T-That voice... W-What is she doing here...?" An image of a hand squeezing his neck and pressing him against the wall appeared in his head.
The boy with silver armor's fearful expression changed to pure terror as he began to breathe heavily extremely quickly.
A man's voice said with concern. "What's wrong?"
A woman's voice said with worry. "Are you okay?"
Another image appeared in the silver armored boy's head of a girl smiling cruelly as she had her left hand squeeze his neck. The girl looked like she was in her mid teens. She had long light brown hair that was brushed over to the left and went about halfway down her back. The girl wore silver armor with a gold trim around the edge. The armor also had gold on the center of the chest plate. She had a sword strapped to her back that leaned to her left side. The boy with silver armor's hands began to shake as he breathed heavier and quicker. He then felt a hand touch his left shoulder.
A man said in a serious tone. "Don't be afraid, my lord. I will protect you."
The silver armored boy's breathing steadied. His terrified expression disappeared as he said. "Fifth Guardian? Is that you?" He turned his head to look behind him.
There were three people standing behind the boy with silver armor. One man on the left, one woman in the center, and one man on the right.
The man on the left had spiky orange hair. His left eye was closed and his right eye was open. His left eye had a giant scar across the eyelid that went from the top of his face to the bottom of his face. His right eye was dark brown. Strapped to his back was a spear that leaned to his right side. He had a concerned expression on his face. On his left arm were five crossed blades which had been engraved into his armor. Two were diagonal, one was vertical, and the last two were horizontal. On the left side of the five crossed blades was a cracked mask. By the bottom left of the cracked mask was one vertical blade.
The woman in the center had dark purple hair and two different colored eyes. Her left eye was light blue and her right eye was light silver. She had two swords strapped to her back. One sword leaned to her left side and the other leaned to her right side. She had a very worried expression on her face. On her left arm were five crossed blades which had been engraved into her armor. Two of the crossed blades were diagonal, one was vertical, and the last two were horizontal. On the left side of the five crossed blades was a cracked mask. By the bottom left of the cracked mask were five crossed blades. Two of the crossed blades were diagonal, one was vertical, and the last two were horizontal.
The man on the right had dark red hair and dark red eyes with a great sword strapped to his back that leaned to his left side. He was the shortest among the three. He had a very serious expression on his face. On his left arm were five crossed blades which had been engraved into his armor. Two of the crossed blades were diagonal, one was vertical, and the last two were horizontal. On the left side of the five crossed blades was a mask. By the bottom left of the mask were three crossed blades. Two were diagonal and one was vertical.
The man with dark red hair said. "It is. Have you forgotten about my promise? As long as I'm around I won't let anyone harm you, my lord."
A girl said in a cruel tone. "So you're finally awake, Brother."
The boy with silver armor immediately turned his head and looked at the source of the voice.
At the top level of the stadium a girl with long light brown hair held a man wearing silver armor over the edge. The girl wore silver armor with a gold trim around the edge. The armor contained gold on the center of the chest plate. She also had a sword strapped to her back that leaned to her left side.
The girl held the silver armored man by his throat with her left hand as she looked over at the boy with silver armor and smiled cruelly.
The boy with silver armor jumped up onto his feet and yelled out at the girl with light brown hair. "Ismene, what are you doing?!"
The girl with light brown hair, Ismene, had a hurt expression on her face as she said. "Ismene? Why are you calling me by my name? Do you not like me anymore, Brother?"
The man with silver armor struggled to speak as he said. "Why... would he...? After what... you did..."
Ismene laughed maniacally as she looked at the man with silver armor and said. "After what I did? You've done far worse than me, dear Father." She squeezed the silver armored man's throat harder as she said. "Didn't you try to kill your own son? On more than one occasion? You beheaded him, burned him, and you even tried to drown him too, didn't you? But he just floated back up and washed ashore the next day." She continued to laugh.
The silver armored man struggled to speak as he said. "He's... no son... of mine... I... only have... one-"
Ismene interrupted the silver armored man and said. "Shut up. Nobody believes that bullshit. They look..." She looked at the boy with silver armor and frowned. She then looked down at the sand pit and muttered. "...the same."
The boy with silver armor looked down at the sand pit.
Down in the sand pit a man with crimson armor stood on top of a pile of rubble. His crimson mask was on the left side of his head. His face dazzled in the sunlight. The man's skin looked as if it glowed. He possessed a very entrancing gaze. His left eye was dark orange while his right eye was dark silver. His hair was milky white. In his left hand was a crimson great sword and with his right pointer finger he pointed at something.
The boy with silver armor thought as he looked at the man in crimson armor. "Who is that? Isn't that what Grandfather was wearing? Is that Grandfather?" He then noticed the rubble underneath the man in crimson armor and thought. "What happened while I was unconscious?" He looked up and noticed the bottom two levels of the four levels were completely gone and thought. "How did they get destroyed? And where did everyone go?"
The man with crimson armor said as he pointed his right pointer finger at something. "Alkimos."
The boy with silver armor thought. "That sounds like a name?" He thought with concern. "Did he already start naming us?" He turned his head and looked at what the man with crimson armor was pointing at.
The man with crimson armor was pointing at a boy with dark silver hair. The boy with dark silver hair was looking up at the boy with silver armor but an expression of shock and surprise appeared on his face as he heard what the man with crimson armor said. He slowly turned his head and looked at the man with crimson armor.
The man with crimson armor smirked mischievously as his right pointer finger remained directed at the boy with dark silver hair and he said. "Alkimos Scarion."