The tall lanky man stood idle, a big maroon hooded robe covered his body, his face was overcast by a dark shadow. He was observing a giant wooden gate, he knew what it was protecting and was trying to find a way around its ancient and powerful protective enchantments. He shifted his wait from left to right shifting the gravel beneath his bare feet.
Finally the man pulled back his left sleeve revealing a long fingered bony tattoo covered hand. He leaned down and grabbed a chain from under his foot it jangled as he gave it a hard and deliberate tug which resulted in a squeal from behind a large rock.
“Come here.” Growled the man in a harsh hoarse voice. Instantly a boy no older then twelve crawled out from behind a large rock his ankle chained like a prisoner. He wore rags for clothing and you could notice his ribs as he was severely malnourished. He approached the man in the hood shaking like a leaf from head to toe, he had witnessed many horrors no child should bare. The man placed his hand over the boys head pushing down heavily. The boy writhed and squirmed and then dropped dead.
The man’s powers were replenished.
The man lifted his left hand and spoke “Cera Kin Mora Disku Kuin Tra.”
The wooden gate swung open much to his delight, he moved swiftly through the gate carefully closing it on his way in. He walked slowly through the corridors of the building observing every dust covered painting, every crack in the wall he knew magic was mysterious and didn’t know where “he” was hiding.

A small mouse scattered past, the hooded man swung his head round pointed his finger and screamed “You cannot hide from me.” Instantly the mouse morphed into a decrepit old man. “Kane.” Growled the old man. “What makes you think you can defeat me?”
“Omok I have learned a few more tricks since you were my master.” Laughed Kane.
The two men stood facing each other staring at each others eyes one foot in front of the other.
Omok lifted his palm up shooting flames at Kane.
Kane dodged launching himself at Omok punching him in the chest.
Omok spun around and kicked Kane as he flew past knocking him onto the ground.

Kane watched as Omok's foot came crunching down on his chest.
"Return to your master." growled Omok sending a flash of light through Kane's body as it disintegrated into the ground before him.

Lucan woke up his long black hair swayed in front of his eyes.
"Get out of it." he growled brushing the hair from his eyes.
"Lucan get up." he heard his older sister yell.
Lucan sat up stretching his arms up and yawned, he threw his legs over the bed and jumped out thudding himself onto the ground.
"LUCAN!" he heard his sister yelling.
"Alright Krya!" he screamed back.
Lucan stared at the blood stained sword that sat on his floor and frowned that he had not yet polished its blade.

Lucan walked into the kitchen seeing his sister frowning at him and ramming a bananna into his hand.
"Here eat this." she ordered.
Lucan began to peel the bananna when he saw his sister pull something out of her pocket.
"Here read this. she said handing him a folded piece of paper.

It read:

Calling all warriors,
The great king Odis has decided to once again host the annual arena championship
on the ninth moon. To enter simply register...

"What is this." asked Lucan before reading the rest.

"I know how much you like fighting so i have entered you in the championship." answered Krya softly.

Sudden thoughts of violent competition flowed through Lucan's mind.
He knew Grom the boy whom he had a grudge on for years would be fighting in this tournament as well and this pleased him.
Lucan simply grunted in happiness towards his sisters initiative but now he knew he had to use and polish his rusty old sword.