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VIOLET
I felt the weight of the situation on my shoulders as I walked alongside Arctook.
He was, after all, the victor of today’s battle.
Every step echoed the unwritten code of the prison — a Champion could Claim his Prize, and there was no denying what that entailed.
Arctook, with all his earnestness and youthful energy, had a gleam in his eyes, an anticipation of the reward for his hard-fought victory.
He had bled and sweated for this moment, and in his eyes, I was that reward.
But my heart and mind were somewhere else.
A soft sigh escaped my lips.
I regretted that I was going to have to knock him unconscious.
Not just because of the violence of the act, but because of what it represented.
A breach of trust.
A betrayal.
However small the bond between us might have been, my next action would shatter it.
I began to mentally prepare myself for what was to come.
I thought of the soft spots of his species, the pressure points that could render him unconscious with the least amount of pain.
I knew I had to be swift and decisive.
Every second counted.
We rounded another dimly lit bend in the prison’s maze-like corridors.
The echo of our footsteps was the only sound, and the tension between us was palpable.
I could feel Arctook’s anticipation, his pride in his achievement and his excitement for what was to come.
As we turned a corner, a familiar face greeted us.
Kuana stood there, an almost mischievous smile playing on his lips.
He’s up to something… but what?
“Kuana!” Arctook exclaimed, closing the distance between them with an ease that belied the bruises and cuts he had sustained in the pits. “I owe you for this,” he said, gesturing to the fading injuries on his body and the renewed energy in his step.
The palpable camaraderie between Kuana and Arctook was something I had never imagined.
They shared an unspoken bond, one that I was just beginning to grasp.
“I couldn’t have done it without your guidance,” Arctook said. “Those meditation techniques… they did wonders. Kept me grounded, focused.”
Arctook continued, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.
I sent a questioning glance in Kuana’s direction, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
Since when had Kuana been coaching Arctook?
