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Was it Ceara’s presence I felt?
Or perhaps something more mystical?
As the day wore on, I watched the battles unfold.
Some were short and brutal, others dragged on, testing the stamina and willpower of the fighters.
Through it all, I held onto the ticket, occasionally rubbing it between my fingers.
It was a strange source of comfort amidst the chaos.
My fight wasn’t until later in the day and I wondered why the old prisoner had chosen that particular time slot for me.
The events of the day might have seemed insignificant on the surface, but deep down, I felt they held more significant meaning.
It wasn’t just about a ticket or a fleeting sensation.
It was about hope.
A glimmer of positivity in a place of darkness.
I couldn’t help but turn to my armed guard and asked him what the name of the Champion I had chosen, The Jjilar, meant in its native tongue.
There was no reason to expect the guard to reply, but he surprised me by doing so.
He snorted.
“What?” I asked.
“Fate,” he said. “It means Fate.”
My grin grew wider and wider as I walked back to my cell, to Ceara,
I held onto the ticket tightly, believing that, in the end, it would guide us to our freedom.
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CEARA
The machine hummed to life, its familiar tug pulling me into the realm of visions and time.
The chamber was cold, a contrast to the warmth of my last moment with Ellie.
Its metallic touch on my skin sent shivers down my spine.
As images danced before my eyes, my thoughts raced.
The weight of recent revelations weighed heavily on me.
My visions, my gift, had inadvertently led to the death of an influential politician.
A force of positive change gone, and the trajectory of the galaxy forever altered.
How many other destinies had been manipulated by my unwilling prophecies?
The thought left a bitter taste on my tongue.
Then there was Ellie.
