"You know, it's funny really. Father said that you weren't at fault.."
"He said that you suffered and that you were just an innocent child.."
"I agreed..you were a child.."
"A child who murdered innocents...We came back to nothing...your body...in the deep hole that was spread out for miles..."
"I pulled you out of that hole with the wind only because my father asked me to.."
"Honestly, I should've just killed you right then and there..."
"Father said that killing you wouldn't have brought me any relief..but that's not what I'm searching for. I'm here to collect a debt..."
"You took my mother away from me..."
"Now, I'll take away your life as you took hers..what was that saying?? Ah yes..."
"An eye...
FOR AN EYE."
He stomps the ground with his left foot making the wind lift me up into the air. Airborne and barely conscious Atlas' pupils lit up green. He reaches his hand out and pulls it making the wind push me in his direction. He clenches his left fist, and then as I got in front of him he punches me on my chest. Breaking the wind behind me and sending me flying again. Airborne again the wind catches and pulls me into Atlas only to get punched again sending me flying off into the distance once again. Time slows down for me, and I thought to myself, "He's right...it is my fault...he has every right to be filled with anger..every right..to kill me." My body goes limp as the wind drags me back to Atlas only for him to grab my face and slam it into the ground. The tiles around fly off as a huge gust of wind spread throughout the arena. Atlas with a blank expression on his face, he lift me up while grabbing my face. He says, "We couldn't even bury her. There was no body or clothing, it was as if she erased completely out of existence. No trace of her is left in this world. No Ashes." He throws me up into the air, and then lifts his arms up only to bring them down having the wind form on me to slam me down back first into the ground. Gasping for air I look straight into his eyes, his eyes filled with nothing but hatred. He plants his foot on my chest and says, "You know, I usually come here to take out my anger on the other contestants, but that never seemed to work out." His foot applies pressure on my chest and he continues, "That changed today, I walked in that room expecting to feel the same way as I did all those times I fought, but as soon as I made eye contact with you...I immediately recognized you just by those scarlet eyes of yours...it was the very same ones that fooled us into thinking that you were just one innocent kid." He lifts his foot up and says, "Fortunately, that 'innocent' kid perishes today as a way to atone for his sin." He drops his foot on my chest stomping it with immense strength. A shockwave emits out of my body due to the sheer impact, and I yell out in pain.
"That's right, suffer."
"I will make you wish you weren't born."
"Soon you'll be knocking at Death's door."
"But don't worry, I will kill you once you have felt my wrath."
"Scream, shout, yell, cry, grit your teeth, but know that no one will save you again."
"Eleven...eleven years is how long it's been since that fateful day...I...will never forgive you."
"She was a kindred soul, and she didn't deserve the fate that you gave her.."
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Woe of the chosen
FantasyWoe of the chosen is an original story based greek mythology. It follows the journey of a young boy that goes by the name of Pluto whose memories have been scattered as small fragments throughout his mind. Unfortunately for the boy, his fate had alr...
