People outside the arena were shouting something. Zariel couldn't understand. The gate opens.
"They want more! Deserter you're up!"
A woman with a face mask on her face. Bald. She had some sort of sword with spikes coming out of the blades.
Zariel gets up and follows the woman out of the prison.
"MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE!" The crowd shouts. Zariel didn't mind, she was prepared to face up any challenge.
She is pushed in and a gate comes from above separating her from the bald woman.
She gets further towards the center of the arena.
There were people torn apart, guts spilled on the walls. Some lived and were unconscious.
Screams of pain are heard from another corner.
A group of giants laugh at Zariel. One of them threw a giant blade, but for him it was a dagger.
"Not my first time with a broadsword" She takes it and moves forward.
A giant gate opens and a commentator shouts in a device.
"We have a new COMPETITOR! THE DESERTERRRR. Fighting agains the most dangerous fighter imprisoned from the giant community. THREEEESH!"
A giant with a lot of scars comes out of the gate. The giant looked like he fought many fights before and that he was nearly immortal.
He charges at Zariel, Zariel analyzes the situation, she waits for him to attack. He tries to stomp her. His leg hit the floor and dust came out. It was a dust screen.
"You've missed!" Zariel comes out of the dust screen, she jumps and attacks his leg. The sword pierces his leg. The man jumps on his back to crash her. Zareil pulls the sword to the right and then forward, slicing the giant's leg. "BOO!" the giants cry. They never saw Thresh lose a fight till today. "Get up Thresh she is just an Elviden, crush her!" Said one of the giants.
From a high place someone wearing a crown smiled at the fight.
Zariel took some steps away from the giant. The giant's leg was sliced off, he did not scream. He turns on his belly and is ready to eat his opponent.
Zariel prepares for anything. They giant jumps reach Zariel, she dodges and puts the sword in his neck. He doesn't move anymore. She takes the sword back and moves a few steps back. A river flow of blood gets out of his neck. The giant is dead.
"And for the first time in a year! The winners are the short beings!"
Normal height people celebrate.
"Glory to the Deserter!"
Zariel interrupts them.
"My name is not 'Deserter.' My name is Zariel!" She raises the long and heavy sword with one hand.
The man with the crown. Grabs the device.
"Glory to the Sword Queen Zariel!" He shouts.
"Glory to the Sword Queen Zariel!" The spectators shout. She gets toward the gates she came from. Spectators throw icy flowers, she looks at them and grabs one. She puts it in her hair. "Thank you!" She gives a faint smile and enters the gate. She is moved towards her common room.
"You made us proud, Sword Queen."
She sits again in a corner, with her sword in hand. Wandering what happened there, but she liked the title 'Sword Queen.' The gate in her room opens. A human with horns and a crown comes in. He had human-like features, but blue horns, eyes and silver hair.
"What are you?"
"Bad question, but fine. I am a river devil. I am a cursed being, don't mind me. My name is Sven. Kink of the arena, child of queen Lagertha and King Stoic. I am impressed by your skills, Sword Queen. Many bagged for someone like you to come and change the tables. There is even a prophecy of you. An Elviden cursed by her father and mother to run away in this cursed wild world and become ruler of it. I don't like prophecies and neither those that put my family in danger. For now I'll just watch you. Until next time. Princes Zariel, daughter of the…. Yeah no one needs to know who." He leaves the room after him the gate closes.
Zariel makes sure no one is around and looks at her stone.
"What prophecy was he talking about?"
The stone glows green.
"The legend of Sword Queen Zariel. She was born in a family of aristocrats, like you, she killed her future husband, like you, she was captured, like you, she fought in the arena, like you, and she is named Zariel, like~"
"Me… So everything was planned by the gods?"
"No, you are predestined to become the Sword Queen when one of the 7 fairies of the world comes to your first birthday, and says these words 'You little Zariel will become a queen of swords, your father will sell you, and you'll find yourself in problems. But that will make you stronger, stronger than anyone in the world knows.' She blessed you."
Zariel closes her eyes and begins to sleep.
As Zariel drifts off to sleep, her mind races with thoughts of the prophecy and what it could mean for her future. Could she really become a ruler of this cursed world? Most of the prophecy had already been accomplished, she overthinks it to an extent she even dreams it. In her dream she saw a long haired woman dressed in armor with no signs or symbols of any clan, kingdom or empire. She grabs her by the shoulder and turns her around. She sees herself, not too old. She wakes up.
She lays there, her hand still clutching her trusty sword, she feels a sense of purpose growing inside of her. She had always been a fighter, but now she knew that her skills were destined for something greater than just surviving in the arena.
With a newfound determination, Zariel drifts off to sleep again, ready to face whatever challenges may come her way. For she is no longer just a deserting prisoner, but a Sword Queen, predestined for greatness