Champion ~ Book 1

Chapter 1

Dream gripped his iron blade tightly. Apparently, as a 'newbie' he and his class of fighters all used iron. The sun was high above his head and it was only the second day that he'd been here. He still wasn't very sure he could actually kill someone if it came down to it but he supposed he might have to. He was standing in an arena just under a big garage door thing like he'd seen the other day. There were two massive doors in the arena, one for one opponent and the other for... well the other opponent.

"Introducing, one of our newest fighters," Dream heard a booming voice echo around the arena. "Vendetta!" Dream watched as one of the doors opened up to reveal a tall man with a light blue shirt and a dark blue cape. He had light grey pants and he was holding an iron sword just like Dream. "And another, even newer contestant, Dream!" The iron door lifted in front of Dream and he glanced at two guards who were staring at him. One of them gave him a rough shove and he stumbled into the baking sunlight. 

"Easy, easy," Dream muttered, shooting one of the guards a glare and heading toward his opponent. Vendetta was much bigger than him, probably 6'5, and with what looked like a lot of muscle. "Hey, um... maybe we can talk or be friends or something-" Dream was cut off as Vendetta let out a throaty laugh and glared at him with piercing blue eyes. His cape had a blue hood that covered his dark brown hair and cast a shadow over his face. 

"You can be friends with the ghosts," He sneered. "Besides, what kind of a war name is Dream?" He mocked. Dream narrowed his eyes and gripped his blade tighter. 

"It's not a war name," Dream growled. "It's just a name I chose for myself," 

"That's called a war name, Dream, and it's very cute," Vendetta growled with a half-grin. He shifted into a battle position and Dream felt a wave of anger wash over him at the insult. Fine. I guess I'll just have to kill this one. He thought sadly, feeling slightly bad about this. Dream didn't want to kill anyone, but apparently, he had to. 

"Now that our newcomers have had time to say hello, let the battle begin!" Dream dodged easily as Vendetta swung his iron blade at him. He spun out of the way and landed a blow on his opponent's arm where his leather armor didn't protect him. They had been allowed to wear leather armor and decorate it how they wanted, Dream hadn't done anything to his armor yet but Vendetta's was painted green and blue with a red X in the middle.

Dream said nothing and swung at Vendetta's cape, tearing it along the side and also landing a long gash on his back. Vendetta let out a cry of pain and stumbled. For his size he's not really a great fighter... Dream mused. It was true, this man was all bark and no bite. By the time Dream had knocked his opponent's sword from his hand the other man was littered with wounds and Dream was unharmed. 

"I don't want to kill you, give up and I'll let you live," Vendetta's fearful gaze hardened and he shook his head.

"That's not how this works," Vendetta hissed. "There's no escape, no one leaves, kill me," He said. Dream didn't move for a while, suddenly realizing that he had someone at his mercy. This isn't right. He thought, staring down at the blood-coated man. "Kill me!" Vendetta demanded. Dream took a deep breath before rearing back and slicing a gash through Vendetta's throat, spraying blood across the dust and ending his opponent's life. He stared down at the lifeless form and felt himself start to shiver with fear. What have I done. He thought. This man had a life, and Dream had just taken it. 

"We have a winner, folks!" The cheers echoing around the arena were muffled. Dream felt numb, this wasn't right. He had just killed someone. That couldn't be right. 

"Dream! Dream! Dream!" Dream heard people start to chant his name and each time they did he felt sick. By the time two guards came to bring him back to his cell he was on the verge of throwing up. He didn't protest as they dragged him away, all plans of escaping thrown out the window. He finally gathered himself enough to walk on his own and shifted his mask slightly, heading down the halls with the two guards at his side. Suddenly he was forced to a halt as a man passed him, he also had two guards behind him but they were more loose with him, unlike the two men guarding Dream who were like hawks watching a rabbit.

"Technoblade..." One of the guards muttered. The man was pretty tall, not as tall as Dream but more sturdily built. The upper half of his face was covered by a pink mask that looked kind of like a pig's face. It had two tusks coming from two points on either side of the man's nose. Dream stared at him and they met gazes for a moment. The man, Technoblade apparently, halted after a moment and eyed Dream from behind his pig mask.

"You just won that fight," He observed.

"Yeah," Dream said with a shaky nod. Something about this man unsettled him and he couldn't place why. 

"Nice mask," He added. "Dream, right?" He asked.

"Technoblade?" Dream said back. The man nodded and glanced in the direction of the arena. Other than the creepy mask he wore and the long red cape, crown, and uncolored leather armor that demanded respect, he seemed like a decent person. 

"I should be going, please to meet you," Technoblade dipped his head and headed onward. Dream noticed that he held a diamond sword and realized he must be in one of the higher fighting classes. I might have to fight him one day. Dream realized, turning and watching the man stride down the hall. Then another thought hit him, making his stomach turn. He might kill me someday. He tentatively turned and started walking away when an announcement, probably for the battle Technoblade was a part of, sounded above Dream's head. 

"On the right side, one of our reigning champions, Golden!" The announcer shouted. The sound was getting quieter as Dream headed away but he faintly caught the name of the other participant. "And our undefeated champion.... Technoblade!" Dream froze, his eyes widening in shock and his legs suddenly feeling like jelly. The- the champion? As in... the undefeated guy that Chris was talking about? Dream turned again but a guard shoved him and he was forced to keep walking. Someday that man is going to kill me. Dream thought as he was forced into his cell. I need to either get out of here... or practice pretty friggin hard.

I hope you guys are enjoying the book so far. I think it's pretty good :)