I lost.
Even after everything Amon did to help, I still lost.
I sit up in the hospital bed.
Why the hell am I still so weak.
Will I ever be strong enough to stand by Amon's side.
He wouldn't have lost. He can't lose, not to anyone.
The door burst open and my parents came in, enveloping me in a hug with tears streaming down their face.
"Maya! I'm so glad you're okay!"
"Of course I'm fine, Mama, Amon was watching after all. He'd never let me die. Speaking of which his fight should be done by now. Did you see it?"
"No, they didn't."
Amon stood in the door way, blood dripping down his finger.
"You didn't kill the person you fought did you?"
He paused for a moment.
"...Perhaps."
He comes up and sits down next to me and holds my hand.
"I think we'll just leave the two of you alone."
"Don't make us wait to meet our grandchild."
My face burns at their words, though it will likely happen after we leave the academy. Amon needs an heir to inherit the throne from him after all.
They leave the room, leaving me and Amon alone together.
"You're disappointed in me, aren't you?"
"Why would I be disappointed in you?"
I look at Amon next to me. His expression is serious.
"Because after all that training, I'm still so weak. It's like no matter how hard I train I still can't catch up to you. Your back only gets further and further away."
"Maya, instead of constantly looking up at how far you have left to climb, why don't you look down for once. You can't see how far you've come otherwise."
I can feel my eyes begin to tear up.
"Does it really matter how far I've climbed if I'm still so far from the top. If it's like this, I'm constantly chasing after you, unable to reach. If its like that is there even any meaning to my life?"
"The truth is, there isn't any meaning to your life. Just like there isn't any meaning to my life, or anyone's life. In truth life itself has no meaning, but that doesn't mean that we can't make a reason for living. Maya, the reason for me living this life, it used to be power, nothing else. Though now, my reason for living is you."
Tears began to stream down my face as he squeezes my hand.
"You'll be fighting Edgar, won't you?"
"Yes."
"You plan to kill him."
"No. There are fates far worse than death."
I pity Edgar. He's incurred the wrath of the one man who should be feared above all else.
He doesn't seem it but he's very emotionally volatile.
"You'll be fighting soon. You should go, I don't need to watch. I already know how it'll play out."
He leaned in and kissed my forehead.
"I won't take too long."
(POV Change)
I can't believe Arthur Britannia had the power to stop my attack against that vampire girl.
He must be more powerful than anticipated though I have no doubt if I were to use my full power he would still most definitely lose.
Huh, I'll think about that later. Right now I need to focus on my fight against the God of Calamity.
I can tell he's exceptionally powerful, he hasn't even used magic yet in this tournament.
I don't know if I can win this fight.
"Hey, John, you'll do great. I know you will. It's Edgar we should worry about, can he really beat Amon?"
Ben's voice brings me back to reality.
"I doubt it, you saw the end of that last fight. Leon I could just about track the movement of, but Amon, he just appeared. After I beat Leon, I'll have to fight Amon."
"You know what to do, you'll have to kill him."
Kill him. I wish I didn't. He's not at fault for any of this, he's simply a victim of his father's actions. Besides, his mannerisms remind me too much of James, I really do believe they're the same person.
"Hey, does Amon remind you of James?"
"Kind of, but James is dead."
"What if he was reincarnated into this world? We were summoned here so it's not like we should throw the possibility away. If he is really James he can be reasoned with."
"I doubt it. James always had a faraway look in his eyes, like he was here but not really. He never spoke to anyone, I doubt he even learned the names of most of us. Besides, Amon's definitely a lot more violent. James always just took it no matter what was happening. Amon's openly fighting back against it."
"You're right. But still, I don't want to kill someone I can consider a friend."
"Just because we followed him around doesn't make us his friends. He never spoke to us and never even acknowledged our existence."
Ben's right. He never did care about us. But still, I can't bring myself to kill him.
"My fight about to begin, I'll head to the arena now."
"Right, good luck."
I'll need more than luck to win this fight.
The God of Calamity, he truly does seem like an exceptional foe.