Just as she had assumed the night before, today was an early morning. Kalliope awoke to the sound of clanging on each of the cells. One of the guards had decided to walk up and down the cellblock and bang the end of his sword on each of the metal bars to wake up the prisoners.
Kalliope had woken up when he started at the far end, so it was less of a rude awakening than most of the others. When the guard got to her cell and already saw her standing waiting, he grumbled in annoyance and continued down the line.
A few moments later, another set of guards came into view and stopped outside her cell.
"You, wolf-girl. You are coming to the arena." One barked out. "The mixed-blood stays here."
Ethi put on a brave face, but her eyes were still puffy from crying herself to sleep. The carefree persona she had days before was starting to crumble. It was likely in the face of almost certain death if she were to be made to fight.
