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The death of a Dri.
Nothing came but my roar.
He laughed as he reached me, his massive fist already swinging. Every muscle in my body was screaming, but I dodged, darting down and to the side, toward the weapons, and my already blood covered dagger that was laying in the sand.
“Good!” The man yelled again, the sound nearly drowned out by the cruel laugh of my mother, as someone that I could have sworn was Batian yelled at her.
I chanced a glance right as I reached the dagger. Dalyah stood, laughing at my supposed destruction. Batian was beside her, screaming at Mother and pointing at the arena floor. I wasn’t even sure if he saw me.
Father, however, sat on the edge of his seat, he and Uncle Jahn whispering something as they watched, that same awe and pride on their faces.
That was enough to keep me going.
Which was good, because Lix was thundering his way toward me again.
Dagger held firmly in my hand, I pointed it toward him, ready to stab his hand or toe or whatever I could get within reach. He was enjoying playing with me, even as his Catalyst circled the arena, ready to ignite his magic at any time.
I tried again to target the power that was rumbling through my bones, the vibrations moving toward my hand as I held the dagger out, ready to attack if he came any closer.
Lix pulled to a stop, large broken teeth emerging in a grin that was just as vile.
“We don’t need Dri’s in our world.” The growled threat cut deep as he moved his hands back, his Catalyst smiling as the power between them ignited and he prepared to finish me with the fire that was now flicking on his fingertips.
I was doomed.
I could only stare. Aeinya had said he wouldn’t use magic, that she had paid him off. I looked to Aeinya, who was staring in horror. Batian was still yelling at Mother, who was smiling.
We were wrong, we were all wrong, he would dare kill the princess. They all would, because I didn’t have magic.
Because I was a useless Dri.
Except, I wasn’t.
Not anymore.
Now was the time to show them that.
The energy in me was everywhere, it flooded every inch of my skin as his magic circled his hand in a taunt. I focused on my own burning power, the heat pressed against the palm of my hand as I clung to the dagger. It was there, trying to escape. No matter how much I focused on the Fae hair, on the burn of that power that was screaming inside of me, nothing was coming. It wasn’t enough… it was too late.
That was until the blade of the dagger began to glow.
That same white light I had seen that first night ignited through the blade, even Lix’s power dimmed as the sounds of the crowd changed.
I focused on the blade, pressing all of that heat and sparking energy into it with a scream. The sound ripped from me, my throat bleeding and raw as the light exploded over everything in a boom. Pops of white light rippled over the walls, reflecting over everything in a blinding explosion. Everything went white, the screams fading as the white did to reveal Batian standing between me and Lix, his own hands glowing ominously.
“This match is over,” Batian yelled, his voice a deep boom that silenced everything. “By order of the Ramal.”
Batian’s fury radiated off him with more power than the light that was still flooding from his hands, that was filling every inch of the immaculate hall. I could see every face now, see the fury and the shock and the confusion. They all looked around in question, but I turned to Batian.
Batian who was staring right at me, that fury burning a hole right through me.
I dropped the dagger, the light that had been flooding through it extinguishing the second it hit the sand.
Not that anyone noticed, not that anyone would know where that power had come from. The Sun Prince was right there, the power of the sun rippling from him.
No one saw anything from me.
I wasn’t even sure I had.
