Lightning

Two

Two Silvers enter my prison, one is House Arven, the other is House Samos. One to silence my powers, and one to open my cell.

There is no need to silence my ability because I have no intention of escaping. But Maven is no fool when it comes to my ability. He knows what I can do, and what I will do when I get ahold of my lightning.

As the magnetron grips on my arm and pulls me out my cell, I don't get the chance to feel the electricity. I don't get to feel how many eyes are watching us right now, because the Silver from House Arven silences me with his burning gaze on my body, threatening me to call on my lightning.

Though I am in chains, though I am covered in dirt, though my pride has been destroyed, I hold my head high, and gracefully walk. I recall Lady Blonos and the lessons she used to teach me. In my mind, I talk in the way a princess should. Demanding not pleading. Cold not warm. Fierce not soft.

I order you to stop.

But they cannot hear me. And they will not listen if they could. I am foolish enough to try it anyway.

They lead me to the same arena I fight in everyday. The Bowl of Bones.

I still remember the day Cal and I fought our executors. That time I found out that the storm raging on was mine and mine only.

The moment I walk in the arena, I realize that today is not similar to the others.

There are no crowds.

Maven sits on his box, sipping from a glass of water. Evangeline and Ptolemus sit next to him, their eyes glaring into mine.

The magnetron salutes to Maven, and leaves to the side, and the silencer follows suit.

I furrow my brows and glare at Maven's devilish grin. I try to call my lightning but I look at the silencer, and rolled my eyes, his eyes never leaving my body.

"Today, will be special," Maven declares. "You'll actually be the audience."

Confusion was evident in my features as Maven signaled the magnetron to do his orders.

The same metal doors part at the magnetron's command. And instead of being greeted by the usual Silvers of houses Osanos, Samos and Rhambos, I see 4 figures in cloaks, their faces in masks. All of them are chained. Then, a Silver from House Merandus, as I guessed, led me to a metal chair. The magnetron strapped me firmly on the metal chair, not letting me escape.

Then the whisper levitated me in the air, moving to the far side of the arena, and harshly let go, making me stumble in the chair. I can hardly see the figures anymore.

"Well then," Maven grinned, showing his pointy, sharp teeth. A wild look of hunger in his eyes. "Let the show begin."

All together, the cloaks of the figures fell off. "March forward!" The magnetron instructed. And they did so.

They went closer to me, and now, I was being able to see them without squinting. "Stop!" cried the magnetron, and they did.

At my vantage point, I was able to see the built of their bodies. One was a girl. One was a scrawny teen. One was a muscularly built guy. And last, was a thin man.

"Reveal their identities." Maven said, boredly. He fanned himself, yawning. The burning crown on his head slipped and fell on his forehead. The crown itself revealing that his skull is too small for the crown.

One by one the whisper lifted the masks - which were makeshift and were just sacks - and I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw who they were.