Memories of being with Raven made me smile brightly, I've been training with him, hunted with him and his pack, learned their ways and we even have a lot of things in common, past trauma, battle scars, the unawakening thoughts of losing those close to us, and heartbreak.
My feet quickened, each step echoed in the silent halls, as my brain wandered, I could smell the sweet scent of flowers… I could feel the sudden pain from the ropes cutting into my wrists…. I could feel the pain Raven had gone through just to remain a member of the living… My heart ached making my knees weak and each step harder than the last.
The halls seemed to go on forever, then again I have only been walking a few moments. I could no longer remember where I was going, each step became more painful and yet my heart remained calm and steady. The crackling sound of flames made my uneasy breathing sound faint. My hands trembled, but I continued on my way.
The ability to process emotions.. The ability to think was no longer considered easy.. I called out to whomever held the flame close, only to receive a sudden darkness, and fading footsteps. I once again was left alone, only this time I wasn't afraid. I held my hand out and closed my eyes, remembering what I was once told, "Focus on one emotion and shape it into what you need.."
I shaped my worry into a torch, and my panic into a small flame. My flame was blue, reminding me of a calm, clear sea and with that I relaxed… I continued on my way down the long hallway, until I reached the training room door, I remember this door rather well, its chipped paint, and down the middle you could tell where it had been mended back together, I lightly glided my fingertips across the broken wood to the handle, I wrapped my fingers around the door knob, and took a deep breath letting my feet force me into the room.
The roof stood over 20 feet high, blades lay lined out from small simple pocket knives to swords, the fighting ring was always my main go to, it had the ability to either give you a live opponent or a mechanical one, I seem to always choose a mechanical opponent unless my mood suddenly declined.
I set my coat down next to the stairs and pushed the start button. The cage began to close along with several other layers of metal, and a figure appeared and got into position. I took a deep breath and allowed only a piece of my power show and as a result the games began.