He woke up in someone's arms being carried to a place that looked like the arena from his old home. "Mom?" I said in a sleepy voice, "Nah Kid, it's Dan. Better wake up for the fight." a deep voice remarked. Fight? Henry could not fight, in fact that is why he was exiled. He was rushed to the arena and was placed down. His opponent was a- another child? She looked ripped up and as if she was abused many more times then once. He didn't want to fight her, but it looked like she did.
