The Elderien Chronicles

Fight!

“let's get him ready for the games.”

Blaize could hear someone say as he struggled to open his eyes. The smell of incense still filled his nostrils, saturating every part of his upper nasal cavity. Blaize was not so sure he was still in his right senses. He was still concussed, after all. He was quite grateful that he could still perceive the smell of the incense. At least, he did not have to about where he was

“I do not think he is ready for such a fight. Look at him, he can barely open his eyes. He looks like he could drop dead any minute now and that is not something I want.”

Blaize heard another man speak. From the sound of their voices, he could tell that they were Buba. He still struggled to open his eyes though, but his vision was getting better. What fight were they talking about?

“it is not up to us to say whether he is ready or not. What we were told to do is prepare him for the fight. The leader knows best. Are you questioning his choices now?”

Blaize could tell the other