What lay before me was a giant manticore. It was sleeping thankfully but seeing the mythical creature alive and well in front of me I felt as I lost all the strength in my body. There were other people in the arena and they wore steel armour covering their entire body except their heads and their hands their were a shield and a spear. For some instead of spears they held swords. There were another group of people. They looked like criminals. A weird pattern that showed a scythe was engraved in their upper part of their hands near to their shoulders and were unarmed like me and were positioned the nearest to the manticore like bait. Wait Bait! I gasped. Suddenly my whole body started to tremble and a chill went down my spine as I began to realise my situation. Tears that started like droplets of rain began to pour more violently as I stared into the face of the sleeping manticore. I tried to be as collected as I could be as tried to think of a way to survive this predicament. I looked more closely and saw that all those knight like figures were all stationed farther away from the prisoners and the manticore. As I looked into their eyes I was frozen in my place as their eyes neither showed mercy nor kindness. Rather they showed contempt. On the other hand all the five prisoners excluding me ( I don't know how I became one of them) showed no emotion. There eyes were lifeless. It felt as if there soul had already left their bodies and only a hard outer shell remained. I didn't know what to do anymore but I was more hungry for life than anyone else. As I looked around one more time for this is gonna be my last I saw all the people shouting for the manticore to eat all the sinners. I thought some of them would have had a little bit of humanity but it was all but a fool's dream.
Ha Ha Ha ha ha... I laughed loudly. I didn't know what to do anymore. It truly felt as if I was going crazy. For the first time in my whole life did I truly miss my normal life. I knew more than anyone there that my life was truly going to end. But who would truly care when none of the people who know me wouldn't be even be able to secure even my bones. I don't know what I felt at that time a hell lot of emotions that I didn't myself know came pouring out in the form of power and tears.
Then suddenly there was a buzzer and the host announced the annual 51st tournament to judge the guilty was going to start and if you survive this you are a free man.
Suddenly something felt different inside of me. I have always thought about dying but when in the face of such a situation I wanted to live more than anyone else.