Tw: Fighting, blood, mention of insanity, fire.
~Iris's pov~
The others looked back at us once, some worried, others a bit angry, most of them though, were just trying to wish us luck. Onyx looked completely relaxed, watching the guards laugh and make fun of her.
"Uh what does he mean get ready?" I asked her, a bit worried.
"Oh yeah, you have to go somewhere, come on," she said standing up and walking to the door where the others had disappeared, "It's my responsibility to get you there because I'm the 'champion' which you know, is retarded." I nodded and followed her, still confused as to why the hell I need to go to a separate room.
The door opened after a few seconds and she led me down a hall, taking a left towards the office we were in earlier.
"So, what weapons do you typically use?" She asked me, walking past the hallway that branched around to the office.
"Can't you use that info against me?"
"I guess but it's not like I won't see what it is in a few seconds, I use dual blades if it makes you feel any better to know." I processed what she said for a few seconds, thinking she said dull blades instead of dual blades.
"Oh, ok, I thought you said dull blades for a second, I was confused," I told her chuckling slightly.
She snorted, "Yeah I use dull blades, because they're so useful." She looked over at me and we just stood there for a second before collapsing into giggles.
"Why the hell are you laughing idiot?" She said, trying to cover her mouth.
"I'm laughing because you're laughing!" She started laughing even harder, collapsing onto me.
"You dumbass, you're gonna get me in trouble," She said as I hauled her back up, still giggling.
"Right, here we are, just get whatever you need and go out the door on the other side," she told me, opening a door next to me. I walked inside and she closed the door behind me.
"Wait! Or not.." I said turning to the door.
"What? I have to go idiot," she said opening the door again.
"We.. can't kill each other.."
"Let me take care of that, just try to be entertaining."
"Really?"
"Yup!" She closed the door again and I gave it an annoyed look, before turning to see the room. Woah.
On one side there was armor and outfits and on the other there were weapons. I walked around for a second before pulling off my jacket and putting it in one of the cubbies labeled "return to gathering hall". The suit I pulled off the wall was simple, dark blue and it was meant for assassins to go underneath clothing, so they can pull off their clothes if needed (for fights and to blend in to the dark, don't make it weird). I slipped it on before grabbing a one handed, double sided battle axe and a few other items, slipping them into hidden pockets.
There was a spear on the wall, it looked familiar. Flashes of blood shot through my head and I closed my eyes. Screaming, screaming it wasn't his fault. I shook my head, ignoring the stupid thing and walking out the door on the other side of the room. It lead into a hallway, it wasn't long but it was dark and hot.
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The golden
FantasyA 21 year old girl is a gladiator forced into a new home at 7 and forced into the arena at 14. She must use the help of an opponent to overthrow their abusive government/King. I'm sorry if this is cringy 😅 It's my first time writing a story Note:...