"Awaken," A mysterious being demanded. Ally leapt up startled as the others drowsily regained consciousness. "You are headed into the arena where you will fight to the death!" The voice echoed. "Um-- What are the rules?" Violet peeped up. "Alliances are fine. Only one alliance will win. And only the leader can survive. Use your surroundings and try not to die!" The voice laughed.
They each got a weapon (knife or sword based on previous skill). The arena was a huge jungle with barren outskirts. This is where our story begins...
----Ally held her sword in a stance that read, "You're all going to die..."
"Supplies first," She leapt up into a tree and picked a berry. She held it far from her and ripped it in half. She recognized them. They weren't poisonous, thank luck.
She put as many as she possibly could in a side bag. She listened. Water?! This was the best positioning ever! She leapt out of the tree and filled a canteen with the water.
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Cashel spun her knife and looked around. She began walking towards the sound of rushing water. She looked for food but didn't find any, "Perfect..." She sighed.
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Survival Instincts (The Crafters)
FanfictionA The Crafters Fan Fic in a Battle Arena