Warrior | NaLu

II

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𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗘

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In the depths of a somber dungeon's gloom,
A tragic love story tries to bloom.
Two hearts entwined by fate's mysterious thread,
Bound by destiny, where love and sorrow tread.

A kind woman, with a heart so pure,
Whose compassion and warmth had no cure.
She wandered through life's endless maze,
Searching for love in a world ablaze.

And there, in shadows veiled by despair,
Stood a man, with coldness in his air.
His heart encased in icy defense,
He feared love's touch, a fearful pretense.

But fate did conspire, their paths did align,
A meeting ordained, by love's grand design.
She saw the flicker of light in his eyes,
His frozen heart, her warmth would defrost.

Their souls entangled, love began to bloom,
A seed of hope in a dungeon consumed.
Her tenderness thawed his chilling façade,
As love's gentle touch broke through the cold, unscarred.

In the kind woman's grace, love's spirit never fails.

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Beauty has been a curse for many, and for this young girl, it turned out to be her worst nightmare.

She was born into the wealthiest and most influential family in the continent. She was none other than the king's only daughter. The people were ignorant of her appearance as she had never been allowed to set foot outside the castle.

At the tender age of nineteen, she was poisoned and sold to a Gladiator, her life now reduced to nothing but a mere object to be used and discarded.

She was unable to remember how she was kidnapped and how she got poisoned in the first place. Her memory was blurred, and the poison had not been fully removed from her weak body. The toxin in her system made it hard for her to focus on her steps.

As she walked in chains through the dark and dingy dungeon,  she couldn't help but think about what her life had become. The only thing that brought her a shred of comfort was the thought that maybe death would be a better fate than the one she was living right now.

As far as she could remember, she had always been imprisoned. Whether it was the grand beautiful castle in which she grew up in, or now the gloomy and dark dungeon filled with tons of unhinged criminals from all across the land.

The rumors about her new owner had already reached her ears when she was getting polished for the sale, and they have only added to her fear and despair. She had heard about how he is known for his ruthlessness and brutality, how he cares for nothing except victory in the arena. It sent a chill down her spine when she thought about the cruelty that would await her.

It was a common practice in Elentir to sell or rent out slaves to exceptional Gladiators for their entertainment. These men were put through brutal training and forced to fight for their lives in the arena. The crowds cheer and applaud as they witness these battles, completely oblivious to the pain and suffering of those trying to survive.