It's been a week since that incident and I was summoned again to play in the arena. I was still hesitating if I should still go or not but my conclusions had left me to the point to where I don't even know what I'm doing. I went to the doctor Wiz to do a checkup since I didn't really feel well and he said that I just caught a common Vlu (Like flu for us) but I know it was worse, I fear I got depression. I was also at the age of that time. My dad made spicy Lavahound chicken soup but I didn't feel like drinking it.
I received another letter from the supercell creators saying that they need me to play. Sometimes I just don't get it, is this for public entertainment or the entertainment for the summoner. (That's what we call the person who controls where we are put and when do we get summoned.)
I still feel sick but I was going because not everyone got a chance to be one the battlefield. Jerry told me to just stay cool and he promised me that if we ever encounter that jacken person (I'm so angry that I can't even come up with a good come back.) Jerry would spit at him, by the way, Jerry's spit is poisonous. I told Jerry to spit at him anyways but he said that he'll be sent to horse juvie which I'm pretty sure doesn't exist.
Well, see you in the next chapter because dad told me to stop writing and to finish my breakfast.
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The Last Prince (A Clash Royale Story)
FantasyI am a fan of Clash Royale and as I play, I wonder what it would feel like to be a character inside the game. This book tells a story of a ordinary prince or is he... He was chosen to play for a player in a world tournament but their was obstacles i...
