It's been 100 years since the war against Hybern. A competition is announced, the best fighters from across Pythian gather to take part, the prize being riches and fame beyond imagination. It is deadly and gruesome with fights to the death.
Meet Lyr...
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(BTW if you can't read the writing it says something like 'I cant believe after everything we've been through you don't trust me. Ouch.')
Lyria's POV
"Fuck." Lyria cursed as she staggered out of the alley. One of the bastards had nicked her, below the ribs with a hidden dagger that she hadn't seen. OK it was a bit more than a nick due to the amount of blood gushing from her side but it would be fine. Nothing vital was hit. Probably. She had a sewing kit at her apartment, which was...double fuck, ten blocks away. She pressed her hands tightly to the wound and soon they were drenched with warm blood. She started to feel lightheaded, and so pressed her fingers deeper into the wound. Pain burst into her vision and she hung onto it, letting it clear her head. She was so busy trying to hold blood in that she ran into two males. Correction, they totally ran into her. It was like hitting a brick wall. Moaning in pain she stepped back and said a quick apology before trying to walk around them.
"You're hurt?" Her head snapped up at the voice. It sounded like velvet and she could have listened to it all day. Her eyes met those of dark purple, almost blue. His face was so perfect it shocked her so much that she forgot the pain. For a second. The other male was good-looking too, more ruggedly than classically handsome like the first male. Both were carrying weapons and were built like warriors. Her eyes were drawn to the pair of wings that extended from both of them. Why couldn't she have wings? That would be so cool!
"Uh slightly." The first male's eyes scanned her figure, stopping at her side which was still gushing blood.
"Ow. That looks painful." The second male said and she almost rolled her eyes. Duh.
"Can I help you?" Purple eyes asked her smoothly and she looked at him suspiciously.
"I'm fine. There's a medical kit at my apartment." OK that was sort of a lie. She did have a sewing kit though, and hopefully she would heal naturally anyway. The second male snorted.
