The Child (Tharol's son)

6. Contest of Champions

You get up and run to the door of the cell they've thrown you in. Smashing your hand a few time and throwing some blasts but you achieved nothing.

"Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy, man." You hear. "Over here. The pile of rocks waving at you. Here" A massive humanoid made of grey rocks waves at you. "Yeah, I'm actually a thing. I'm a being. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Korg. I'm kind of like the leader in here. I'm made of rocks as you can see but don't let that intimidate you. You don't need to be afraid unless you're made of scissors." He laughs and actually makes you laugh. That is funny. "Just a little rock-paper-scissors joke for you." He gets up.

"This is my very good friend over here, Miek." Pointing to the alien on his left. "He's an insect and has knives for hands."

"You're a Kronan, aren't you?" You ask him.

"That I am." He says.

"How'd you end up in here?" You ask as you inspect the cell, you start walking to find the end of it.

"Ah, well, I tried to start a revolution but didn't print enough pamphlets. So hardly anyone turned up, except for my mom and her boyfriend, who I hate."  You laugh again. God, he's funny. "As punishment, I was forced to be in here and become a gladiator. Bit of a promotional disaster, that one but..." As he talks you start running and end up next to him again. "I'm actually organizing another revolution. I don't know if you'd be interested in something like that. Do you reckon you'd be interested?"

"How did you..." You say confused.

"Ah, yeah, no. This whole thing is a circle but not a real circle, more like a freaky circle." He tries to explain to you.

"That doesn't make any sense." You tell him.

"No, nothing makes sense here, man. The only thing that does make sense is that nothing makes sense." He says.

"Has anyone here fought the Grandmaster's champion?" You ask.

"Doug has. Doug! Our luck, Doug's dead. That's right everyone who fights the Grandmaster's champion perishes." He explains. Wait, did your dad fight him. Is he dead? Your uncle said he was ok. Well, he didn't say that but neither he said he was dead.

"Did Thor fight him?" You ask him worried.

"Who?" He asks.

"Thor, Asgardian, male, long blonde hair, a bit taller than me?" You try to describe your dad.

"Ah, the Lord of thunder!" He says. "He fought the champion few days ago. Great fighter, almost win. The crowd love him."

"What do you mean almost? Is he dead?" He can't be.

"Don't know." Korg says.

"Come on, Korg. You have to know something." You tell him, feeling your racing heartbeat.

"He looks important to you." He says looking concerned.

"He's my father." You look at the ground trying to calm down.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." He puts a hand on your shoulder.

You sit down and breath. "What about you? You're made of rocks." 

"Yeah, no, I just do the smaller fights, warm up the crowd and whatnot. Wait. You're not gonna face him, are you?" He asks you.

"Yes, I am. I need to get out of this place and found my father." You tell him.

"That's exactly what Doug used to say. See you later, new Doug." He tells you.

You try to rest and take a nap.