"We didn't deserve any of this, thinking back we lived peacefully in the woods, far away from their messed up world maybe if I hadn't been born, maybe if I was stronger or as big as them, then mom wouldn't have went through all of this", I thought as I was about to have a death match against my own brother.
Only one had to leave the Arena alive, only one could make it out. I could never understand why a father would make his own flesh and blood fight to the death. The worst part about it all was that he had invited spectators all over Caelum to witness it all. Was it because of the lack of love or were the laws, our ancestors imprinted beyond his control.
I wasn't expecting what would happen next, it left me beyond speechless, traumatized. As she came falling down from the very top of the Arena.
I stood still watching my mother's lifeless body, filled my heart with anger, it was beating uncontrollably. I had lost all reason to live and I had lost control over my body due to adrenaline, my brain uttered the word "kill"over and over as if I had long gone insane.
I had forgotten the height/weight difference. It was no longer a battle of two siblings, a battle of tiny and a giant, no, it was now the battle of two equal giants, David and Goliath if I must say.
As I picked up the giant axe that had been long forgotten in the Arena, the size of the axe never occurred. The Arena went silent, as the spectators saw what they believed was a miracle, the impossible, I mean with this frail body of mine with an unknown disability how would it be. My father stood there shocked as if he had seen true fear for the very first time.
I was no longer one of them but an enemy that would one day exterminate every single one of them.
It was the beginning of a new life and the end of my old.