The Fire Rages Within (Part 3)
Alfran awoke feeling groggy. It was as if there was a fog inside his brain, and every muscle inside his body was aching. His surroundings felt different, yet familiar. It was pitch black, so he could not see what gave him that feeling of familiarity. He reached out with his hand and grasped, metal.
“Enjoying you new quarters?” called out Korv over a loud speaker. The lights came on and Alfran was filled with dread.
Well that was a positive at least, he thought to himself. If Keth was in the same cell-block, than he would be his ally if it were to be a group-melee. The inner gates unlocked and the voice spoke again,
“Go talk to your ally Alfran, I’m sure he’s dying to get some pointers.”
“Sod off you petulant brat!” muttered Alfran under his breath, but he obliged and entered Keth’s cell, sitting down next to him on his cot.
Helsian’s and their hair, Alfran thought to himself. But he couldn’t talk, it was just the same with San’Dreki and their tech. Thankfully, he had all his tech still.
“So this is really happening?”
“How long were you here for last time?” Keth asked, curious as to the old stewards past.
“Twenty-six years” Alfran replied. He lowered his head and remembered all the blood he had spilled, all the lives that he had taken. “Do you know anything about pit-fighting Keth?”
A different voice spoke out over the intercom. “Fighter’s prepare yourselves and make your way to the holding pens in fifteen minutes”
“Well,” said Alfran. “I had best lop this hair off and get myself ready.”
* * *
Alfran met Keth again in the Staging Area. He had already chosen his weapon, a Xaabosian made sword of Helsian design. It was no Sky-Shard weapon, but it was familiar to the man.
“Any last words of wisdom?”
Alfran nodded, “Yes. If both our doors open, we will be allies. That is why we were placed in the same cell-block.”
“Oh, and one last thing.” Alfran called out. Keth turned back and the San’Dreki smiled, “Don’t die.”
“Of course I do. Now go!”