Zaria

*You are held in a cold and dark cell underneath the colosseum. Two guard grab you and drag you down a hall way before throwing you into the arena. You look around and its a blood bath, dead people, and blood soaked into the sand. People fight all around you and it’s brutal. Slings fling rocks and swords clash, you hear arrows pierce skulls and blood pour. A woman cleaves through people as they try to attack her* When will you learn that I am no weakling! *she says as she kills another man*