Her whole life is a mystery - a life never lived. She didn't know her name, who her parents were or where she came from.
One day, she survives the brink of death waking up as herself in the body of different beings with 18 different lives every sin...
The badly burnt, blind Sirius was surprisingly still alive. After a few minutes of fooling all my summons, he slyly took advantage of my feeble state and attempted to close in on me. I was exhausted and defenseless at this this point. I shut my eyes and prayed my travels to the other side would be a breeze.
Maybe, this is it. My end.
Strong winds suddenly gushed through as if a storm brewed up all of a sudden.
"Helithioforcesuriesse!"
I let out a strangled cry as I felt the winds lift me up and soon, I found myself spiralling in the middle of a tornado. Klave was looking down ghastly at us as he was suspended up in the eye of the storm.
I yelped as I felt something sharp grab my back. It was Sirius's claw pierced through my back's skin.
"DON'T TOUCH WHAT'S NOT YOURS!"
I heard Reuce exclaim and saw a fearsome ginger-scaled dragon flying so adamantly amid the storm.
He took Sirius in one claw, freed me from his grasp, and aggressively dumped him inside the grave pit that swallowed him whole until the ground itself, buried him with the rest of our enemies.
All of a sudden, everything was calm and peaceful. The crowds were heard cheering again and the last moments of the trial replayed on the gigantic holographic screen above the dome out of the screens presented by the goblin's eyes on our armbands.
It was Myreigh who charmed the sun's rays to burn Sirius's flesh, Klave who brewed up that storm and Reuce who put all our enemies 6 feet under.
My tears now ran like streams as my friends buried me in a tight hug.
"We made it," Myreigh rejoiced.
"Are you sure about that?" A grotesque giant with four elastic arms appeared out of nowhere behind us.
He got a hold of us and soon after, we found ourselves strapped-- locked in four separate hover pods that brought us outside the dome.
"RestituoReparevis"
The man's low, hoarse voice reverberated inside the pods and our clothes were instantly altered into matching diving suits by technologically advanced 3D printers.
Lazers passed through our flesh. They stung a little but our fresh wounds were instantly repaired, only that permanent scars replaced them.
As soon as we were all patched up, the straps that held us in place inside the pods loosened. The pods eventually collided and merged into one. We reunited in one pod. All of us huddled together, catching our breaths, and braced ourselves for what would happen.
